The boat company was very shabby inside, and at a glance it was obviously poor.
Scattered boatmen were doing odd jobs, each person wearing several hats, having to do everything.
There wasn't even a Steward; an elderly, stooped old boat captain personally handled recruiting people.
The old boat captain looked Mo Hua up and down in puzzlement and asked, "You lad, you want to work as a menial?"
Mo Hua nodded.
The old boat captain then asked, "You're a Body Cultivation cultivator?"
Mo Hua nodded again. "Yes."
The old boat captain clicked his tongue, shook his head and sighed:
"You're doing Body Refinement, and you don't eat more meat to grow some bulk?"
Mo Hua was helpless and could only say, "I may be thin, but I'm strong."
"Strong?" The old boat captain's face was full of doubt. Pointing at a stone pile to the side, he said, "Go punch that."
Mo Hua walked over and punched. His fist crashed into the stone pile, leaving behind a fist mark.
