The construction of the Twin Leaf Peak Sect's base camp had reached a lively rhythm by the time the sun had tilted toward the western horizon.
The forest behind them rang with the crisp sound of trees falling, splitting, and being hauled away, while the rocky ground around the open plain was filled with the shouts of disciples carrying, hammering, and sawing with supernatural ease.
Among the many disciples working, Fatty Kui had become the unexpected centerpiece of attention. His enormous, rotund frame made him stand out anywhere, but here in the camp, with logs slung across his back and rocks balanced in his stubby arms, he became something like a mythical beast of labor.
The sword cultivators, used to elegant strokes and refined movements, looked on with a mixture of awe and disbelief as he carried timber that would normally require six people. These were new disciples who had not seen Fatty Kui at work yet, so couldn't help but be surprised.
