Little Wooden Boat, Show Me What You Once Looked Like!

Cleaning off grime posed no challenge for Shen Le.

With his current mental strength and control, he could clean an entire mansion in a day, clearing away every speck of dust, clod of dirt, weed, and patch of moss.

A thirty-meter ship was nothing by comparison. What? The shells and snails were stuck too firmly?

Cleansing Spell!

What? The iron nails had rusted so badly they were seized inside the wood?

Cleansing Spell!

What? Something—lime or tung oil—was stuck to the planks and wouldn't scrape off?

Cleansing Spell!

Cleansing Spell!

CLEANSING SPELL!!!

Teacher Lu followed close behind Shen Le, staring in a daze.

Thin wisps of wind curled from Shen Le's hands and swept across the thick planks, sometimes soft and delicate,

brushing away only the surface dust without dislodging even the cracked lacquer;

sometimes sharp enough to skim the plank's edge and precisely slice off shells that had secreted who knew how much slime to glue themselves there until they died;

and sometimes spinning and driving forward, cutting nails free from the wood, drawing them out from deep inside, and setting them down neatly...

"Ah..."

"What is it?"

Shen Le turned. This tutor usually smiled warmly and treated every little one with patience. Shen Le had never seen him show a negative emotion,

but now he looked dazed, his spirits distinctly low.

Unless Shen Le was mistaken, Teacher Lu had remembered something unpleasant—perhaps even painful.

"Ah—nothing."

Lu Zicheng came to his senses and shook his head with a strained smile. Shen Le watched him for a moment, decided he didn't want to talk just yet, and returned his attention to work.

"Cleansing Spell! Cleansing Spell! Cleansing Spell!"

He made a circuit of the workshop, casting more Cleansing Spells than he could count, and finally finished cleaning. The little ones