บท 93: Chapter 91: Asking You a Question_1

"Heh-ha?"

Little Qianye immediately followed him to the corner.

Fang Ren then knocked off several legs of the desk, leaving only a desktop full of carvings, and said, "Can you age this desktop? Make it look like it has been weathered by many years of wind and rain?"

"Heh-ha!"

Little Qianye nodded, and the grey branches on top of his head stretched out again, wrapping around the wooden board. A grey aura surged over it, rapidly aging the whole board until it looked battered and worn, with even the four corners of the board starting to shed layers of wood chips.

To the naked eye, there seemed no trace of artificial aging, as if it were a piece of deadwood that had naturally endured the elements.

"Very good."

Fang Ren looked at the aged board, which, along with the characters Little Qianye carved with his branches, was crooked and seemed even more like a relic should.

"Add some grey branches around the area, the stranger the environment, the better," Fang Ren said.