Yang Yi followed the crystal-casting procedure, melting the crystal and adding Charred Liquor and an unknown liquid.
After mixing them thoroughly, he poured the solution into a mold and cast a rough cube with thirty-centimeter edges.
He planned to carve a one-of-a-kind statue out of this crystal cube and see whether it could win the approval of the Collector, who liked unique and rare objects.
Success or failure did not matter. The trade had already been agreed upon; the only difference was how many items he would receive.
Besides, Yang Yi had nothing else left to trade.
There was no way he was giving the Collector the Flintlock or Broken Iron!
So he decided to give it a try, even though he had no artistic talent and his drawing skills were on par with a third grader's.
But Yang Yi considered himself well-informed and widely experienced!
As long as he did not draw a specific subject and simply pursued the grotesque and bizarre, Yang Yi was confident he could produce something.
His work might be rough and his drawing skills appalling, but Yang Yi was confident he could give someone with weak nerves nightmares all night!
He had that much confidence, at least!
It was like a longtime patient becoming a doctor.
Having had so many nightmares himself, Yang Yi was also quite good at giving other people nightmares.
He checked the time remaining. There were still three hours until dawn, which should be enough.
He was not going to fuss over the statue's details anyway. His skills were limited to begin with, so an abstract outline would do.
Meanwhile, Su Na was mixing potions, but judging by her tightly furrowed brow, things did not seem to be going well.
Yang Yi did not intend to carve here. He needed