Ning Yu smiled faintly and sat aside with Avril, curious to see what Liu Zhenhan was up to, only to be waved away cryptically by him.
Liu Zhenhan took out a dagger and sword and placed them all on the wooden table.
The chilling weapons made the air in the kiln instantly cold, causing the three Green Demon Shamans to become slightly restless.
"Come here!" Liu Zhenhan took a large piece of wood and presented it to the three Green Demon Shamans. "Look, is this cherry wood?"
"This cherry tree is over a hundred years old." The three Green Demon Shamans responded in unison.
"This tree is too soft. It wouldn't do well for hitting people." Liu Zhenhan picked up the dagger and, as if peeling an apple, easily split the chunk of cherry wood into several pole-thick rods.
