The Little Beggar once again carried a pair of water buckets from Bibo Spring and crossed the temple gates.
This time, some water still splashed out along the way, but it was a bit better than the last trip. Even so, the Little Beggar did not see a glimmer of hope because of it.
The two loads of water poured into the large vat only covered the bottom; it was still a long, long way from being full.
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