With a wave of his right hand, Ao Tian's Knife returned to the cutting board, and when it returned to his side, it was replaced by the Morning Dew Knife. Carefully, he placed the base-less winter melon cup in the center of a large dish about two feet in diameter. After adjusting its position and confirming that the winter melon was indeed centered, he took a deep breath. His hand moved in a smoky blue knife shadow that seemed to bring up a layer of icy mist. With a graceful stroke, a piece of winter melon skin as slender as a hair separated from the body of the melon and laid flat on the plate. The Splitting Materiel with a Wood Knife technique he was most familiar with reappeared, but this time, instead of shredding, he was peeling. The smoky blue glow continuously flickered on the plate, with each green thread lying evenly on it - a feat of master craftsmanship. Between each strand of melon skin was only a slight gap, perfectly uniform.