Cultivation knew neither day nor night. More than three months passed in the blink of an eye for someone like Zhang Tie, who had trained in the Time Tower several times.
A strange vibration from the jade token he carried made Zhang Tie pause slightly. He was in a secret chamber, holding a giant axe weighing over 1,200 kilograms and seriously carving tofu with it.
"Chief Steward Leng, what is it?"
As Zhang Tie spoke, his hands resumed their movements.
The giant axe weighing over 1,200 kilograms was as light as a goose-feather pen in Zhang Tie's hands. He pinched its sharp edge between two fingers as if holding an embroidery needle, and the enormous axe spun nimbly in his grasp, flipping up and down. Its long haft whistled through the air, while its blade fashioned all sorts of patterns into the soft tofu on the plate.
A blade weighing a thousand jin pressed down, and the tofu trembled faintly, yet it never broke. By the time Leng Manxue sent her message, Zhang Tie had been carving the tofu on the plate for over an hour. The originally shapeless tofu had gradually become a dragon and a phoenix. The snowy-white dragon and phoenix were lifelike, each over ninety percent complete, brimming with spirit as they formed an auspicious dragon-and-phoenix design. There on the plate, they were so exquisite they seemed carved from white jade, making one reluctant to destroy them.
The handiwork of a divine craftsman—even when carving tofu—was beyond comparison with any ordinary master chef.
Zhang Tie carved with the giant axe in one hand, while with the other, during breaks in his carving, he picked up the scraps of tofu he had cut away and put them into his mouth, eating as he worked.
This was the method