Mianmian took out the medicine from her little bag and applied it to Chu Ye, comforting him as she did, "When learning things, it's always like this. Mianmian also always got hurt when learning carving."
The medicine was so effective that it healed Chu Ye's wound completely in no time.
Chu Ye once again marveled at the miracles of cultivators and decided to try harder, to learn the things his father did quicker, and then to learn things like Mianmian.
"But the carving you're learning seems different from Mianmian's, doesn't it?"
Chu Ye nodded, "Yes, ours is different."
"Then show me yours, I also want to learn to make necklaces, so I can give one to my mom. My mom really loves beautiful jewelry!" It was precisely because his mom loved them that he had so many gems.
A mild expression covered Chu Ye's face, but the joy in his eyes couldn't deceive anyone.
He nodded, "Okay, then I'll take you to our engraving machine at home, you haven't been to my house yet."
