After dinner, he went to his room, closed the door, and without even turning on a lamp, relying on his ability to see in the dark, he groped his way through the darkness, cutting paper and grinding ink. He then laid out strips of paper before him, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and continued practicing making talismans.
Compared to the complexity of casting spells, he felt that making talismans was something he was more likely to accomplish.
After a day of practice at the temple, and countless failures, he was gradually gaining insight, knowing that the more anxious he was, the less likely he was to succeed.
It was now completely silent. Given the poverty of the residents of Wansui Ward, even lights were scarce in the vast ward. His mother and sister were already complet
