"Alright, I accept."
Xu Wendong agreed with a face full of smiles.
His smile remained bright, seemingly without any pressure.
Zhou Ran's face lit up with joy, his delight was palpable, and he was extremely excited.
He immediately tossed out a censer, ancient and heavy, covered with mysterious runes.
Then he inserted an incense stick into the censer, which emitted a faint aroma, while the blue smoke slowly rose.
"Since Brother Lin Mo has agreed, let me tell you the rules!" Zhou Ran cleared his throat and said loudly.
"If you can draw ten Third-grade Nether Talismans before this incense burns out, I'll give you Fourth-grade Talisman Paper for free."
After saying this, Zhou Ran lightly blew on the lit incense, his eyes flickering with teasing, seeming to gaze at a pathetic loser destined to fail: "Brother, you can start now!"
The incense burned quickly, the weak light devouring the incense stick, while the smoke rose up like a countdown.
