Restrictions

Inside Yi Tower, behind a black stone counter, an old man focused on carving the wooden sculpture in his hands, never once raising his head.

Before him, Ning Chen stood quietly and waited patiently without urging him on.

On the second floor, customers came and went, though there were far fewer than on the first floor. Clearly, the treasures on this level were priced beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Scrape, scrape."

The carving blade passed over divine wood again and again, neither hurried nor flustered, like the most perfect rhythm echoing through the second floor.

Gradually, passersby stopped in their tracks, their gazes turning toward the wooden sculpture in the old man's hands, surprise appearing on their faces.

"Young Master."

A youth dressed as a pageboy looked at the richly dressed young man beside him and spoke solemnly.

The young man's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, merely watching quietly ahead.

Not far away, several lavishly dressed young men also halted, grave expressions flashing through their eyes.

As the wooden sculpture neared completion, lines of restrictions faintly emerged. Strange runes swirled around it before gradually drawing in and sinking into the carving.

"Let's go take a look."

The richly dressed young man spoke, then walked toward the counter.

Hearing this, the pageboy hurriedly followed.

At the same time, the several young men in the distance also stepped forward.

"Shopkeeper, how much is this wooden sculpture?" the richly dressed young man asked.

"Not for sale."

The old man replied indifferently, tossing the sculpture toward the red-clad young man before him. "Three thousand Immortal Jade."

Ning Chen caught the wooden sculpture and waved a hand, sending over the Immortal Jade. "Thank you."

After speaking, Ning Chen handed the carving to the little girl beside him and said softly, "Take it and