"Canglan Village? I don't like this piece of wood; I've taken a liking to the piece of wood in your hand. Let's exchange."
A faint voice emerged from the mouth of the Divine Sculpture Master of the Lower Three Pure Ones Ancient Village.
Originally retreating to the edge of the palace, Cang Yuan's expression changed slightly and was about to walk over. However, before he could get close, he was stopped by Li Che raising his hand.
Li Che shifted his gaze from the Fire Wood and focused on the Divine Sculpture Master.
"You..."
The Divine Sculpture Master intended to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.
An immediate sense of horror, making his hair stand on end, spread throughout his body.
Merely meeting Li Che's gaze caused him to sweat profusely.
It was as if a threat of death instantly shrouded his body.
The Divine Sculpture Master intended to turn and leave.
