Paper umbrellas looked simple, but in truth, they involved quite a few steps.
Bai Yujun was busy shaving bamboo strips for the umbrella frame. Whether the umbrella shape was proper depended entirely on the frame. The bamboo used for the ribs was best taken from the same stalk, so the finished product would be neat and orderly, carrying the meaning of "born from one bamboo, sheltered within."
The small dagger in her hand became an afterimage, moving with incredible speed.
Clang~!
The wooden gate to the courtyard shattered as two Qi Refining Stage cultivators entered.
Bai Yujun looked up at the broken gate and felt a faint pang of regret. That wooden gate had some age to it, at least nearly a century old. Such an old gate, steeped in the weariness of time, had been turned into firewood with one kick.
Zhang Wan, Mother Zhang, the old maidservant, and the maids hid inside, too afraid to come out. They were only a group of women, unfamiliar with the world and having no idea how to deal with this.
The two cultivators entered and immediately saw Bai Yujun sitting beneath the Osmanthus Tree, shaving bamboo.
Suddenly, the two looked as though eggs had gotten stuck in their mouths, their eyes wide with shock. They stared in terror at the White-clothed Girl beneath the Osmanthus Tree. Bai Yujun merely revealed a trace of her cultivation aura, and the two were frightened stiff.
"You broke the gate. There's dry lumber in the storage room next door. Make me a new wooden gate. Go."
The two exchanged a glance and ultimately chose to submit.
They did not dare run. Though no one watched over them and no iron chains bound them, neither Qi Refining Stage cultivator could muster even the slightest desire to