For a loser who has been drawing spells for ten years and is still wandering on the edge of being a "nine-rate warlock", the only thing I am good at is drawing some low-level flame charms, which are not as powerful as a lighter. But in this place where the ground is full of towering trees and the air is filled with damp wildness, this talisman paper has become the only familiar feeling I can grasp.
Before he could think too much, a sound of footsteps came from afar, mixed with rough voices.
"That Yun Tang hasn't woken up yet? He's such a loser. He can even knock himself out while picking a wild fruit."
"She is weak to begin with. If the clan leader hadn't said that she could reproduce by keeping her, she should have been kicked out long ago."
"Get married next spring to avoid wasting food."
