Xu Yunfan ignored the eunuch before him who dreamed of becoming the King of the Wheel, instead reaching into the box and pulling out a bizarre, eight-armed, three-headed wooden Bodhisattva statue.
He didn't use his hands, instead using a pair of chopsticks to lift it from the box.
The Bodhisattva statue was exquisitely carved. The expression on its face, a smile that wasn't quite a smile, exuded an elusive, mysterious charm.
What caught Xu Yunfan's attention most were its eyes. They were like the final, animating touch on a painted dragon—profound and spirited, as if endowing the entire wooden carving with a vibrant Life Force.
Each of the Bodhisattva statue's three faces held a different expression.
One face was filled with wrath, its eyes glaring wide.
One face was tranquil and serene, its expression peaceful.
The last face was bristling with rage, its brow deeply furrowed.
