He strolled into Wang Lin's shop without a care in the world.
"Uncle Lin, you're here!"
The moment he entered, a boy of fifteen or sixteen sprang to his feet in a fluster and hurriedly set the knife and block of wood in his hands on the table. More than half of a wolf had already been carved into the wood.
"Oh, Da Niu. Where's your Uncle Wang?" Xuantian asked with a soft laugh, pretending not to notice that the boy had been carving in secret.
The boy was the son of the blacksmith across from Wang Lin's shop. Ever since Wang Lin had moved here ten years ago, Da Niu had come by whenever he could. Fascinated by Wang Lin's woodcarving, he would sneak in while Wang Lin was out and try his hand at carving with Wang Lin's little knife.
Seeing that Xuantian did not scold him, Da Niu breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Uncle Wang went out to choose wood. Every three months, he brings back a batch that's suitable for carving!"
After examining Wang Lin's carvings, Xuantian could tell that Wang Lin had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
A little while later, Wang Lin entered in a black robe and immediately spotted Xuantian looking at the carvings.
"You're back early today, Brother Wang. Did you get enough wood?"
"I did!" Wang Lin's gaze sharpened. For the first time, this Brother Lin felt unfathomable to him. He had discovered that Xuantian understood the true purpose behind his carvings.
"By the way, someone took over the general store across from mine and turned it into a bookshop. I'm welcoming the owner at the tavern tonight. If you have nothing urgent to do, Brother Wang, come have a drink with us."
With that, Xuantian turned