Not giving half a shit about the bomb he just threw, Shang Xia returned to his secret chamber to take a nap. Gong Hang and the other Talisman Masters who were gathered outside stared at each other in shock as they didn’t know how to react.

Only after a long time did Gong Hang release a soft sigh. He kept the 8 pieces of Gale Thunderbolt Talisman carefully in a sealed spirit case.

When he was done, one of the rank two Talisman Masters behind him muttered softly, “Teacher Gong, did he already produce a few pieces of Gale Thunderbolt Talismans? Maybe he brought them out earlier to make us think that…”

Glancing at him, Gong Hang didn’t let him finish before he snapped, “Are you blind? Can’t you tell the state of the ink on those talismans? The strokes on the talisman were made extremely recently. We can clearly feel the divine sense that was sealed into it. There is no way any of these were produced more than 2 months ago.” Gong Hang paused for a second before grunting, “Don’t let your suspicions cloud your judgment. For Talisman Master Shang to complete the Gale Thunderbolt Talisman is a blessing for our Talisman Hall!” 

The rank two Talisman Master bowed respectfully, but he couldn’t help but add, “No matter what, he probably had some experience with the talismans before this. Otherwise, it’s impossible for him to craft 8 of them in...