"What method?" Feng Jiu asked curiously.
"The hermit has his own clever plan, speaking it out loud would spoil the magic," Lin Fang deliberately teased.
In Dongsheng Shenzhou, the woodcarver Liu Ming was carefully carving the wooden sculpture in his hands, and in just a moment, a majestic divine figure appeared within them.
As a woodcarver famous far and near, Liu Ming's skills were naturally unparalleled, his divine sculptures imbued with a commanding solemnity that could intimidate any onlooker.
However, no one knew that this seemingly young woodcarver was actually a cultivator.
Liu Ming slowly put down the carving knife, his expression solemn, as if he had completed a journey of a lifetime.
The just-finished divine sculpture seemed to flicker with a transient flowing light, instantly adding an air of mystery to the figure.