Bab 641: Wizard Tomb

In the middle of the night, the Corpse Wizard King, Dark Dragon King, and the rest of the group were either sleeping soundly or seizing the time to meditate, after having toiled the entire day. Yang Ling was sitting cross-legged within his tent, wielding a dark gold carving knife as he concentrated on carving a wooden puppet.

One stroke, two strokes…

After a few dozen strokes, the arm-sized block of Purple Sandalwood had been carved into a general shape, and after this came the delicate detail work. The flat carving knife turned into a bolt of golden light as it moved past the air. Slicing, picking, scraping… The knife was like a playful elf, bringing with it shreds of wooden shavings. Soon, a head, neck, and limbs gradually took shape.