Even the saying "The Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing his own special talent" was insufficient to describe what Yuan Zhou and Yang Shuxin were doing.
Both of them put all their focus into it and tried their very best. The two hours of sculpting had greatly exhausted Yang Shuxin mentally. His forehead was filled with beads of sweat. For him to be drenched in sweat in such weather, it was clear how hard he was focusing.
Yuan Zhou wasn't any better off either. He was drenched in sweat as well. He had also finally understood the words a certain hairstylist had told him in the restaurant before.
The hairstylist told him that when he asked a customer what hairstyle he wanted, the scariest answer was "anything".
The customer might say "anything", but in reality, this caused the hairstylist to take note of more details. The current Yuan Zhou was in a similar predicament.
