The blood jadeite carved into the shape of a dragon, each scale on the dragon's body lifelike, its five claws stepping on auspicious clouds, with an ebony wood base, seeming to rise up at any moment and soar into the nine heavens.
The most crucial feature is the dragon's eyes, exuding power without anger, with a hint of flowing golden light, gazing down at the world with a touch of arrogance and disdain, inspiring awe in those who behold it.
Old Mr. Gong was completely conquered by the exquisite craftsmanship of this carved artwork. China's totem is the divine dragon, and upon seeing this dragon come to life, a sense of reverence arose within him, his gaze unable to tear away for a long time, a spontaneous exclamation escaping his lips, "Marvelous! Superb! Old Xu, your work is truly extraordinary!"
Even many who don't understand art were enraptured at this moment, following Old Mr. Gong's words with praises.
"Old Xu truly deserves to be called Old Xu, still sharp as ever!"
