Capítulo 694: Chapter 691: Labor

The tranquil forest was punctuated by a monotonous chopping noise, occasionally mixed with the barking of dogs. Bi Fang, who had shed his coat, brought the sledgehammer down, driving the wooden wedge further into the tree with fiery zeal.

Flakes of accumulated snow fell onto his shoulders, quickly melting into damp spots under the warmth of his body. Despite the cold, Bi Fang, having eaten breakfast, felt an abundance of strength surge within him, emitting warmth that dispelled the severe chill.

After dozens of strikes, the fourth wedge was inserted into the tree, almost completely severing it, but it still didn't fall, just lacking that final bit.

Coarse hands tightly grasped the smoothly polished wooden handle of the hammer, and his robust forearm muscles tautly contracted and relaxed, escalating force upon force with the support of sturdy bones.