"Some things, when you do them with your own hands, you discover many pleasures—and even other things—you would never normally notice..."
Within the Crimson Net Forbidden Zone, in a scenic valley, Sacred Priest Mo Yu stood with stone chips covering his hands. He held a massive boulder several meters long and chopped down with his palm like a blade. Crack, crack, crack! Stone fragments flew everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, several smooth, perfectly regular stone bricks had appeared in his hands.
Beside him, Ye Zhen rapidly rubbed his palms together, turning the crushed stones between them into crimson molten rock. He lightly smeared it over the square bricks Sacred Priest Mo Yu had cut, then casually stacked them together. They immediately held firm.
Before long, a stone pavilion brimming with charm stood before them. Sacred Priest Mo Yu began chopping and trimming the huge logs they had felled earlier, clearly intending to add a roof to the unfinished pavilion. Only then would it truly be complete.
Ye Zhen also did his utmost to cooperate with Sacred Priest Mo Yu, looking as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
They coated it with waterproof tree resin and fitted it with upturned eaves carved through exquisitely delicate techniques. Half a day later, the stone pavilion was complete.
"How was it? Doing it yourself feels pretty good, doesn't it?"
"It really is different!"
Ye Zhen nodded. "It seems that all these years, it had either been fighting and killing or the treacherous, ever-shifting currents of court affairs. Quietly settling down like this, building a stone house with my own hands, even clearing out a vegetable plot—I had never done anything like that before. Trying it today, though, felt entirely different."
"Try it more often in the future, and you will understand. This