By the time Feng Feiyun saw Shi Yelai, the marble white dawn had begun to rise from the eastern sky while the stars became increasingly dim.

Shi Yelai was standing next to a boulder. With a short knife around three inches long, he was carving a piece of wood. His fingers moved the blade quickly as wood chips fell to the ground. The initially simple piece of mahogany quickly assumed a human figure.

He was immersed in his carving and considered this piece of wood as a great work of art. The knife in his hand kept on moving with expertise. It was apparent that this was not his first time carving a person.

“Swish! Swish! Swish!” The wooden piece became more exquisite over time. One could see the appearance of the wooden carving now. The nose, eyes, ears, hair, fingers... each of the tiny details were perfect — not overdone or lacking at all. They contained a charm as if he was handing his life and soul over to the figure.

Feng Feiyun walked down the foothill. Under the faint light of the morning sky, one could see his long shadow as he came closer...