Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Fangzheng felt his scalp tingle just from thinking about it. He called out to Lone Wolf and wasn't in a hurry to head down. Instead, he followed the bamboo path up and continued for more than two hundred meters before coming to its end.

Fangzheng took a look at the last bamboo, and the carvings on it looked rather new. It was probably the part that was most recently produced.

Back when Fangzheng taught Lame Ma and Squirrel carving, Lone Wolf often listened to the classes by the side. Although he wasn't considered an expert, through the exposure, he could still tell that there was someone skillful involved here. He shook his head and mumbled. "Is that person so bored that they have time for this? Wouldn't getting some rocks be a lot simpler? Even using some wood would be fine. Right, Master?"

However, Fangzheng shook his head and didn't say a word. He headed down with Lone Wolf.