Chapter 28 Wielding the Force

• Looking at those wooden logs that piled up to mountains, Anthony could not help but be reminded of a poem by Hai Zi. ‘Feed the horses, cut the logs, wander the world… The ocean is before you, flowers blooming in the springtime warmth…’
• Nevertheless, he thought about his new and improved body and figured that the task might just be bearable after all. Anthony knew that there must be a reason to Master Louis’ assignments.
• “Alright!” Anthony agreed and promptly picked up the ax. He erected one of the half-meter-long logs in one swift action, swung his ax, and split it into halves.