The Beaver looked sharply and warily at this fellow who clearly bore no "good intentions," but it was not afraid.
Not to mention that the Beavers knew he was Li Ye's senior.
Gathered together in their old home of Weichuan, if they joined forces to cast spells, their power could even reach the Golden Core level.
And there was also the attention of the Micro-Stream River Deity.
Trying to bully a Beaver in Weichuan was no less difficult than slapping an inner sect disciple inside the sect's main hall.
"Don't!"
Perfected Person Bo Shi hurriedly waved his hands, his face wreathed in smiles. "Have you little friends ever considered studying the art of artifact refinement under me? I also possess a secret art passed down by my Nascent Soul master.
"Even Uncle-Master Su Xing learned this method."
As he spoke, he beckoned.
Whoosh—
A wooden stick flew over from nearby. It was the most basic first-rank Spiritual Material, utterly plain and ordinary, yet it changed shape in his hands like soft clay.
Gentle sea-blue flames wrapped around the stick, branding several patterns unique to Magic Tools onto its surface.
In the blink of an eye, an exquisite little wooden cup had been refined. The patterns inside and outside it even emitted rising cold air.
The cup of fine wine Perfected Person Bo Shi poured into it was instantly chilled.
"Here, have a taste."
The Perfected Person smilingly handed the cup to the Beaver. This delicate little cup even had a handle shaped to suit Beaver paws.
"!"
The Beaver stared at the tiny cup of wine, its eyes going wide.
Li Ye happened to finish setting up the formation just in time to see this. The corner of his mouth twitched. Uncle-Master Bai Shi truly knew how to play to