It was like a simple sketch. Yet with just a few strokes, the Puppet Bird's skeleton, blood, and very spirit were carved out.
How could this Puppet Bird possibly come to life with just a few simple lines? Lin Yue couldn't understand.
This delivered a profound and unimaginable shock to everything he had ever learned. He even began to question his own reality. Was the knowledge he had studied all his life right or wrong?
This was simply a divine stroke of genius! Perhaps this was the true meaning of the saying: the greatest truths are the simplest, and the greatest skill appears to be without effort.
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"Amazing… Simply amazing…" Lin Yue cradled the Puppet Bird as if it were a fragile pearl, terrified of dropping it as he mumbled to himself.
Seeing Lin Yue in a daze, Wang Xiu smiled slightly. "They're just some crude trinkets, not worth mentioning."
Crude trinkets? Not worth mentioning?
