Who told him to make the cards!

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Eyes facing each other.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"who!"

The old man suddenly flipped up like a carp, his wide sleeves blocking his way.

At the same time, Chen Zhi grabbed the second card from the table and aimed it at the old man.

"who are you?"

"What do you mean, 'who am I'? I asked first, 'Who are you'?"

The old man looked around warily, then glanced at the materials piled up on the workbench.

There were many useless cards, and nearby were remnants of ashes from repeated card-exploding experiments.

Is this kid making cards here?

The old man was greatly shocked.

According to ancient historical records, the Celestial Crown Domain is a spiritual space left over from the era of the Source Card, used for communication. Only card makers who can observe the principles of celestial bodies are qualified to enter.

However, times have changed. Since the end of the Source Card era, eight legal revolutions have taken place, and card civilization has developed rapidly. Modern card makers should know more than the ancients, but no one has ever successfully opened the Celestial Crown Domain.

He spent most of his life studying the moon, wasting his youth and missing his lover, until he was old and frail, when he finally saw a small section of the moon's surface hidden tonight.

The old man thought he would be the first person to open the Celestial Crown Domain since the Source Card era.

This is the highest honor for a card maker.

This might allow him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the master craftsman who saw the mothership, or even surpass him.

But little did they know that someone had already beaten them to it.

And it's a little Deng!

"you……"

The old man stared at Chen Zhi's face, his expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

How long have you been here?

"What's it to you?"

Chen Zhi countered, "How did you get in?"

The old man did not answer.

He circled Chen Zhi halfway around, his gaze sweeping from Chen Zhi's hair to his shoes, before finally settling back on Chen Zhi's face.

This kid is so young, there's no way he could have observed the lunar crown law.

fake.

Must be fake!

The Celestial Crown is a spiritual space, and what appears here may not be the real thing.

This guy may look young, but he is actually very likely an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years and has changed his mental projection through some means.

After all, who wouldn't want to relive their youth?

The old man tentatively asked, "Which kind of rejuvenation card are you using?"

Chen Zhi frowned.

"What kind of 'rejuvenation card'?"

"You need not continue to pretend in front of me."

The old man stroked his beard, regaining his air of superiority.

"In terms of age, I am probably older than you. You can't fool me with such a trivial trick."

"..."

Chen Zhi thought the old man might be sick.

Addressing me both as "Your Excellency" and "This Old Man," is this respect or disrespect?

The old man took his silence as tacit agreement, thinking to himself that this was indeed the case, and his attitude became more cautious.

"May I ask how you are addressed?"

"Liu Bai".

"Real name?"

"you guess."

"..."

The old man and the young man scrutinized each other.

The old man found that he could not see through Chen Zhi's spiritual projection at all. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but Chen Zhi was still so young, and his appearance had not changed at all.

Chen Zhi naturally couldn't determine the old man's true identity based on his appearance.

The only thing that's certain is that this old man is no ordinary person.

He seems to know quite a lot.

After a moment's thought, Chen Zhi changed his strategy.

Continuing to stare at each other like this isn't a solution; it's a waste of time.

He simply ignored the old man, pretending he didn't exist, and turned back to continue making cards.

The old man took the bait and poked his head out to look.

Are you playing a card game?

"Ah."

"Should we use discarded cards to piece it together?"

"Ah."

"Then your method is wrong."

The old man crossed his arms and said calmly, "New cards and old cards are different. The principles inscribed into the cards will affect the bias of the white cards and change their attributes. If you try to build them according to the idea of pure white cards, there will definitely be a rejection reaction."

"Is that so?"

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Chen Zhi asked.

"Soak it in mineral water," the old man said. "Water from a white marrow vein is best."

The biggest advantage of using white marrow powder, which is ground from white marrow ore, as the basic card-making material is that it has no legal bias and can be used with almost any card. Chen Zhi knew this.

I never expected that the spring water, which absorbed the minerals of white marrow, would also have the effect of purifying the influence of magic.

Chen Zhi immediately gave it a try.

He threw the three discarded cards into the simulated white marrow spring water and let them soak for two minutes before trying to piece them together.

The final claw-shaped clip was indeed used five times, which was theoretically possible.

Now, Chen Zhi's gaze towards the old man became even more intense.

"Hey kid, you can't really be a kid, can you?" the old man asked suspiciously.

How can you not even know such a basic thing?

Chen Zhi didn't answer, but simply thanked the old man and then lowered his head to continue polishing the card.

The performance issues of the claw clip have been resolved, but the appearance issues remain.

He also hoped that the cards he made would be as neat and beautiful as those produced by White Tower Enterprises.

The old man found it increasingly strange.

Chen's needlework technique, the placement of the needle, and the way he found the structure... the whole process was devoid of any skill.

They were even worse than the worst class of students he had ever taught.

The only advantage is that Chen Zhi's hands are very steady.

Then, bad + stable = stable bad.