Facing so many eager merchants requesting artwork, Wufu felt quite unambitious and slipped away.
It was not that she was being arrogant, but the task of carving was indeed very taxing on the mind. When she first arrived, lacking Silver, she had no choice but to engage in it.
Now, however, with such a large sum of money enough for her to squander, why bother taxing herself? If she carved, it would be led by her whim.
"Amitābha!" Master Guang Hui blocked Wufu's path.
Wufu immediately returned the Buddhist greeting respectfully, "Master Guang Hui."
Master Guang Hui lifted his head to look at her, his pair of eyes, as if having witnessed the tumult of humanity through thousands of years, saw through the rise and fall of world affairs as if from ancient legends, deep and unswayed by desires, only tranquil.
Wufu's breath caught slightly; she was nearly sucked into those ancient legends, her very soul trembling.
