Green moss traced patterns on the steps, and the hue of grass tinged the azure curtains. Ancient Wood shadowed the Daoist Temple, creating a serene and simple ambiance.
A large crowd moved in and out of the Dao Yi Stone Workshop, yet there was no clamor. It was peaceful and natural, evoking a sense of returning to simplicity.
Someone in Wu Ziming's group teased, "Young man, you've never seen a Sacred Land Stone Pavilion before, have you? Take a good look. Soon, you'll be following behind us to pick up watermelon stones."
"HAHA..." a group of people roared with laughter.
"A bunch of sheep waiting to be fleeced," Li Heishui responded disdainfully.
"Who are you calling sheep, dark-skinned kid?" This group consisted of significant figures, and being looked down upon by the dark-skinned Li Heishui, many shot him a sideways glance.
