Franklin Austin cleaned up all the bamboo leaves, and only then did he gather the bamboo branches and begin to tie them together with rattan.
He had clearly made countless brooms before, his movements were extremely skilled—not particularly fast, but conveyed a fluid beauty. It was as if he wasn't binding just a broom but rather an extraordinary piece of craftsmanship.
Soon, a sturdy, attractive, and durable large broom was completed.
Franklin stood up, examined the broom for a moment with a few glances, nodded his head in satisfaction, then used it to sweep all the bamboo leaves he had picked earlier out of the yard.
Franklin returned, leaned the broom against the wall, and his gaze finally landed on Carson Flores's face, sizing him up.
"You're not from the White Crane Immortal Sect?"
Carson clasped his hands in greeting: "Senior Su, well met. I am Carson Flores, from the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, currently a guest at the White Crane Immortal Sect, not a joined member."
