Li Youu knew the lie could no longer be sustained. It was too obvious. Now, thinking back on what Chen Xi had told him, that it was all made from mud and sand, Li Youu followed behind Liu Bei, carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead, wondering how he could have been so bewitched as to believe it?
The materials and the final crafted item were completely different. The craftsman's skill was what mattered. Inferior craftsmen could ruin divine-level materials completely, whereas divine-level craftsmen could turn decay into magic. And the craftsmen who built Liu Bei's ancestral home were naturally selected from millions, even those assisting were exceptional by any other standards.