Chen Xi glanced at the two Dance of Stars Talismans on the table for a short moment before he raised his head and said, “Young Master Wu, there’s still time to stop now. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of all the guests became strange. This fellow is acting so arrogantly, could it be that he isn’t afraid of losing and being humiliated?

A bellyful of rage arose in Wu Yifan from this provocation, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch as he glanced at Chen Xi with an icy cold gaze. “I look forward to your display. You’d better not disappoint everyone!”

Every single word he spoke contained fury that was impossible to conceal.

Chen Xi nodded and didn’t speak any further, nor did he sit on the chair. He picked up the talisman brush casually and dipped it in ink before he started inscribing on a piece of blank jade.

As he inscribed, he raised his head and asked with a smile on his face. “Young Master Wu, have you ever seen rivers of stars filling the sky?”

What exactly is this fellow doing!?

The guests in the hall were slightly flabbergasted when they saw him speaking while crafting a talisman. Is this fellow a talisman formation grandmaster or not? He doesn’t show...