"Daoist... Jia?"
Elder Wu sat before a clean stone table, upon which lay two slips of paper with matching handwriting.
His face showed surprise when he saw Jia Ren.
"Thank you, Daoist Jia, for the warning that saved my life."
Jia Ren's whereabouts were a mystery, shrouded in secrecy. They had met only once at the second trade fair.
Seasoned with experience, Elder Wu understood Jia Ren's intentions.
"I originally had no objections to teaching you the Seeking Demon Talisman Technique, but I, Wu, have been infected by an evil energy and am too weak to help."
He sighed deliberately, wanting to confirm if Jia Ren possessed an Evil Warding Talisman.
Jia Ren sat opposite him, a Spirit Shield and Turtle Prime Spirit Armor activating around his body, adopting a posture of caution and defense.
"Daoist Wu, can you tell me what happened after I left?"
