C563 The Method of Using the Sword

"Ye, put a kettle on for me."

The aged voice echoed from within the room. Ye Fann, wiping the sweat from chopping wood off his brow, entered the room with a hint of impatience.

"You've already had six kettles of water today, and you haven't even had lunch yet."

As Ye Fann drew water, he grumbled, "And with all that tea, don't you ever need the bathroom?"

The stall owner