"Most of the eighteen positions I had were allocated to the people I wanted to protect and the places where I needed to project my consciousness."
The remaining seventeen new ones, he was more inclined to use to randomly scatter around as opportunities, just like sending out beautiful dreams to people last time.
With this in mind,
Chen Yun sat cross-legged on the ground.
He took out the carving tools from his backpack while lifting the cut bamboo in his hand, examining it over and over.
For the extraordinarily talented him, carving this bamboo was not difficult.
Bai Shi once said,
"Chen Yun's carving skills can be described as divine, as if his hands were endowed with magic, creating awe-inspiring artworks from ordinary materials."
Each cut was incredibly precise, and each moment was filled with spirit, as if he could engage in a deep soulful conversation with the object he was carving.
