The wooden sculpture in Su Li's hand swiftly took shape once more, and she tossed the finished product casually into a bamboo basket under the counter.
Inside it was crammed full of various carved items, ranging from expressive figures to lifelike animals, and various small objects in miniaturized versions. Each piece was vividly expressive, the most distinct aspect being the inexplicable aura surrounding them.
If one were to try and describe it in words, it would be divinity... a divinity that exudes an aura of superiority.
This elusive and peculiar charm is hard to articulate.
The small objects were fine, but any depiction of life carved by Su Li carried a unique, captivating ancient essence.
The one taken to Grandma Zhang was far inferior to the ones Su Li casually tossed into the bamboo basket.
Su Li speculated that maybe in her own imagination, she had imagined herself to be extraordinary enough to imbue a touch of divinity?
