One plain wooden house after another assembled itself from the trees where they stood, with a single thought of Su Mo's Confucian Dao.
The Wooden Pavilion still stood some distance from the little waterfall. Although Prince Ying had only joked about fearing too much dampness, it would still have been somewhat damp too close to the waterfall.
Whatever trouble they could spare themselves, they did not want to use their cultivation to resolve.
The wooden houses stood on a relatively level stretch of wooded mountainside, dozens of yards from the waterfall, just beyond the reach of its rising spray.
Directly opposite the houses was the stream flowing from the waterfall. Sunlight fell upon the water churned up by the falls, casting rainbow after rainbow...
Prince Ying looked at his finished wooden house, envy showing on his face, and said sourly, "The Confucian Dao really does make things convenient..."
Prince Ying's Princess Consort rolled her eyes at him, unable to understand how this man's mind worked. What was there to envy about his own child?
Seeing Su Mo's transcendent, heaven-defying power only filled her heart with pride.
Luo Yin walked gracefully toward the wooden houses, her heart delighted as she looked at their fresh appearance.
She turned to Su Mo and said softly, "I also want a Zither Table."
Su Mo smiled and nodded.
At once, an ancient tree flew outside the house and became an exceedingly rustic-looking Zither Table. The remaining wood turned into chairs.
Luo Yin gazed at Su Mo in a trance, then broke into a smile.
Watching Luo Yin's expression, Prince Ying's Princess Consort gradually began turning things over in her mind.
Prince Ying shook his head, not knowing what there was to be so happy about. He said to Su Mo, "I want a table too."