"Clang clang!"
Mo Xiao struggled to piece together the shattered wood.
He couldn't fix the door, but he couldn't let the young master and Qin Yi do it themselves, could he? He could only grit his teeth and try.
Jing Wuyan's other subordinates snickered on the sidelines.
"Mo Xiao, do you even know what you're doing? It's the first time I've seen a rhomboid door."
Seeing Mo Xiao fit the door into a strange shape, Qin Yi couldn't resist mocking.
Mo Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying it would be done soon, but inwardly he was grinning bitterly; this was harder than his cultivation.
"Forget it, stop fixing it."
"Young Master Qin, it'll be done soon."
"Even if it's fixed, it'll be ruined again soon. Get someone to fix it later."
Jing Wuyan and Mo Xiao looked at Qin Yi in surprise, not understanding what fixing only to ruin meant.
"Someone's coming," Qin Yi said.
"Boom!"
