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The rain drizzled unceasingly.
Within the courtyard.
Li Che's five fingers gripped the Divine Armament Treasure Sword, his powerful qi and blood circulating and carving the Sixth-Order Spirit Wood. Sparks danced about, an unending odor of gunpowder filled the air.
This Fire God Raging Flood Dragon Wood is of too high a quality, making it not easy to carve.
If it weren't for Li Che's cultivation improving, his qi and blood becoming robust, his flesh becoming unparalleled, almost a half-step Great Grandmaster, he really might not be able to easily shave this piece of Spirit Wood.
After all, wood carving is a task of physical labor.
Li Che paid no attention to the Pavilion Master of the Hunting God Pavilion who stood on the rooftop of a high building, distorting wind and rain, constantly releasing Divine Sense to watch over the small courtyard.
