It was barely daybreak when Meng Qi leisurely made his way into Maoling's city, basking in the sun and breathing in the fresh air.
He did not directly return to the courtyard he had rented, but headed for the alley with the Chinese Pagoda Tree instead. He could not afford to slack off for even a day!
Next to the Chinese Pagoda Tree, the grey-haired old man was already busy carving his wooden sculptures with utmost focus. It almost looked like the items in his hands were the most sacred objects ever. His attitude and devotion were on a level probably unachieved in many people's lives on any one thing. No matter if they were obsessed or religious, they could not reach that level of attainment.
Meng Qi's heart and soul were fresh and clear. As usual, he sat under the Chinese Pagoda Tree and watched the old man carving. He did not utter a word, watching with the same level of focus.
