There was a dull pain in the back of my head, as if I had been hit hard by a Luban ruler. Zhu Youxiao opened his eyes suddenly, his vision changed from blurry to clear, and he was fixed on the rough beams above his head covered with cobwebs. That wood, beech? Or elm? The texture is clear, but this carver... Any apprentice in the craftsman's workshop is a hundred times better than this! A smell mixed with musty smell, low-quality tung oil, and sawdust rushed straight into his nose, choking him and causing him to cough violently.
"Ahem... Where is my ambergris? Wei Zhongxian! Wei...
