Such a heavy axe.
Even the wood to be chopped carries a pleasant woody fragrance.
The kitchen of the Wuzhuang Temple is indeed different.
At this point, Lu Fei recalls what Qing Feng and Ming Yue had told him before, that he was the youngest, henceforth the duties of sweeping the floor, chopping wood, fetching water, and making meals will have another hand to help now.
Only in this moment, he genuinely realizes that this is not just a menial task, it's also a form of cultivation.
With this realization,
Lu Fei does not delay any further, stepping forward, he reaches out to grab a black piece of wood about the thickness of a medium-sized bowl.
"So heavy!"
Instantly, he feels the unusual heft of this black wood.
Lu Fei wasn't surprised, he positions the black wood, lifts the axe, and chops down.
"Thump..."
A heavy muffled sound echoes.
The black wood was chopped about an inch deep by his axe.
Seeing this, Lu Fei breaths a little easier in his heart.