Tao Wen seemed to fall into a trance, picking up the clay repeatedly smashed by Captain Yi and carefully began to knead it. As time passed, he gradually shaped a huge, archaically styled barrel.
Then, Tao Wen gathered some dry vegetation and spread it around the barrel. The frenzied Tao Wen, without revealing his Cultivation, pointed with one hand, and a lively, dancing, red flame emerged from his fingertips. Instantly, the entire barrel was enveloped in the red flames.
The elder nodded secretly; without intricate and delicate observation, it would be hard to detect the profound mysteries contained within.
Time inadvertently passed by, and the three hundred-person water-fetching team had long since completed their task. One hundred stone barrels were filled with the chillingly cold mountain spring water. Under the direction of Captain Yi, they quietly waited for Tao Wen.
