The boundless starry sky sprinkled bright starlight, and the entire Buqing Mountain echoed with the sound of insects.
In a small courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles, a series of engravings fell on the delicate wooden threshold.
The entire script was extremely elegant and composed, with powerful strokes.
The woman in the green dress was still there, holding a carving knife in her hand.
However, with each stroke, she paused, observing for a while before continuing.
It was as if she was crafting a treasure of unparalleled value, appearing meticulous and cautious.
After carving two words, she compared them to the entire script and glanced at it.
"It'll probably be completed in five years!" Chu Yanqing smiled with relief, tossed the knife aside, which landed in the courtyard.
At the courtyard entrance, there was also an apricot tree, but spiritual apricots were abundant, and no one came to pick them.
