So, Yi Lin obediently began chopping wood again.
If you can consider that stubbornly hard "Yinhua wood" as wood, that is.
Just yesterday, Li Changge was beaten up with a Yinhua wood stick, his face swollen and bruised, nearly disfiguring.
Yi Lin didn't immediately start working; instead, he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the areas where the Old Ghost Hunter had chopped.
Yi Lin's Mental Attribute had become extraordinary.
His Insight had also reached a terrifying realm—
"In-Depth."
"So that's how it is..."
Yi Lin finally understood how the Old Ghost Hunter could easily split the Yinhua wood with that rusty axe.
Those smooth, flowing actions.
It was as if the Yinhua wood was actively parting, rather than being forcibly split like Yi Lin did it.
Yi Lin also finally saw why the backside of the planks was lustrous and smooth, without any splinters.
The Old Ghost Hunter had actually followed the grain of the Yinhua wood, cleaving the wood with his axe.
