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.