Fu Yu took a deep breath and started tying a knot with both ends of the hawthorn fruit leather.
With just one knot, Fu Yu understood why Yao Shi had tried so many times but never succeeded!
Because once the hawthorn fruit leather got wet, it started melting.
Tying it like this, without even applying much force, it was already on the verge of breaking.
Thread it through!
Fu Yu held his breath, stretched the hawthorn fruit leather with both hands, carefully threading one side through the small hole, then cautiously pulling to tighten the wobbly slipknot little by little.
Fu Yu's technique was remarkably steady; whether it was wielding a knife or doing intricate tasks, it was always like this.
As the slipknot tightened slowly, Fu Yu didn't dare let his guard down.
He could already feel the hawthorn fruit leather thinning, a slight misstep, and it would break.
Fu Yu began to ease the pressure in his hands, watching the slipknot turn into a tight knot before finally letting go.
