That old geezer, Sun Fatty, was considered a half-decent master craftsman. He oversaw ten or so apprentices and managed the food and lodging for the over a hundred people working at the weapons forge. His temper was notoriously bad, and beating and scolding his apprentices was commonplace.,Then Sun Fatty weighed the spoon, muttering curses.,“Could it be true that the old man has always longed for ‘becoming an immortal through ordination’”。