Bam!
Donghai fell to the ground, feeling the weight of both wooden water buckets suspended in mid-air by his stick across his shoulders.
F***!
He, a grown man 3 years shy of 30, had no tears but wanted to cry.
His water... His precious water he filled up from the streams far below the towering mountain was splashed because of the stupid stone he stumbled on.
These last 5 days had allowed him to understand how pitiful Handymen truly were.
All Academy cleaning and work, whether It was sweeping the pavilion's first floor or harvesting resources, it was all their doing.
During these last 5 days, the only classes they had were on their first day here.
The entire day, they were taught the basics of cultivation, allowing them to channel qi into the many channels in their bodies.
This was too shocking, as Donghai found he could look into himself without a doctor!
