Thanks to Li Chungang and Han Paopao's efforts, the development of this area was completed in just over half an hour.
Once a massive platform had appeared, Li Chungang waved his hand, and the bamboo that had been cut down within the grove flew out at once.
Under Li Chungang's control, the bamboo swiftly formed a two-story bamboo house. It nestled against the mountain and beside the water, with Crescent Moon Lake before it and a bamboo grove behind it!
"That should do it." Having finished everything, Li Chungang said calmly, "Brother Han, there is no need to trouble yourself with the rest."
"Come on, let's talk inside!"
With that, Li Chungang stepped into the hall on the first floor of the bamboo house.
Seeing this, Han Paopao quickly followed.
Before long, the two had entered the house.
After simply fashioning tables, chairs, and stools from spirit bamboo, Li Chungang sat down and said, "All right, Brother Han. It's still rather crude here, so I won't be making tea."
"But I am very curious. Why exactly did you make such a choice?"
"Although we have not known each other for long, I know a thing or two about your circumstances and intentions. You are safe, so there should have been no need for you to do this."
At those words, Han Paopao gave a bitter smile.
How could he not know? How could he have been willing to do this?
But the changes in this matter had been too great. No one had expected Wang Teng to arrive here, no one had expected the Shushan Immortal Sect to issue such an order, and no one had expected his plan to die before it had even begun.
Thinking of this, Han Paopao smiled wryly and said, "Fellow Daoist Li Chungang, this