The night was as serene as still water, with bonfires blazing brightly.
The intermittent chorus of insects and the cries of small creatures broke the tranquility of the night. Occasionally, the roars of giant beasts would roll in, silencing all other sounds for a moment, leaving behind an eerie silence.
However, there was one sound that never ceased, echoing through the valley regardless of what was happening around.
Bang Bang Bang...Chop Chop Chop...
It was the sound of hammers hitting chisels and axes splitting wood, interspersed with the rhythmic sound of a saw cutting through timber.
Next to the bonfire was an Eight Immortals Table and several Grandmaster Chairs, all made of pure wood. The natural grain of the wood was a unique beauty in itself, yet they seemed out of place in this semi-primitive valley.
