Wufu had entrusted Shopkeeper Lin countless times to keep a watchful eye on her workshop. Despite taking a day off, trouble still ensued: the piece she had been working on, nearly half-completed, almost got destroyed.
Surveying the chaos within the room, Wufu stood there, her face as dark as ink, a cold aura whistling sharply around her.
Shopkeeper Lin, standing by her side, felt a hint of shock, not for any other reason but because of Wufu's imposing aura.
He knew she had some skills, and was only aware of her talent in jade ware. In her usual demeanor, she didn't seem much different from an ordinary girl.
But now, merely standing there silently, her icy presence was unsettling to the core.
This was a young girl, still a maiden, how could she instill such a bone-chilling fear in someone?
