The day An Chuxue was going to get the tools, she insisted on dragging Han Jing along.
However, Su Yu was not there.
Yun Feng's eyes were almost squinting shut as he opened a sandalwood box like presenting a treasure. Inside, neatly arranged, were all the surgical knives and scissors that An Chuxue wanted.
Each piece was so exquisite that An Chuxue couldn't help but rub her eyes, hardly believing that in ancient times, someone could make such refined and perfect things.
It was simply incredible!
