C85 Tendon's bramble

Li Yi walked back and forth on the altar, his gaze sweeping past the group of Refining Master, and then landing on the ten or so figures surrounding the altar.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.

Chen Meng could not help but step forward, and ask in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

Li Yi muttered: "How many flying talismans do you have left?"

She paused. "Five."

Li Yi nodded his head