Chang Ye's eyes filled with admiration as he watched Wu Yue continue to smooth the walls of the vat. Under Lord Wuyue's hands, it was almost as if the vat were turned upside down, yet the clay coils on top miraculously refused to fall.
When the man beside her suddenly stared at her with the sparkling eyes of a fan seeing his idol, Wu Yue shivered, goosebumps instantly breaking out on her skin.
She turned her head, her expression growing serious. "Watch closely. This piece of pottery is very important."
Chang Ye quickly reined in his star-struck adoration and focused his gaze intently on Wu Yue's movements.
Only after securing the last clay coil did Wu Yue let out a huge sigh of relief. The finished vat stood as high as her thigh.
After inspecting it carefully one more time, Wu Yue finally exhaled and sat down on a nearby wooden plank.
"You can try making a smaller one now. Once you're more practiced, you can try a bigger one," Wu Yue said, noticing his nervousness.
