Old Iron Head was engrossed in forging the iron in his hands when a bead of sweat trickled down from his forehead along the corner of his eye, dropping onto the glowing-hot iron with a "tss" sound before turning into a whisp of white smoke that disappeared.
"Stoke the fire!" He barked at Little Iron Head without raising his head, sliding the iron back into the fiery coals while casually wiping the sweat from his face with the cloth around his neck.
He could never have anticipated the shock he'd receive as he lifted his head, nearly petrified by the sight of this smiling man who had suddenly appeared before him!
"Brother, long time no see," Lin Jiaxin waved his hand, evidently delighted by Old Iron Head's expression at the moment, clearly enjoying the befuddlement his sudden presence had caused.
