Xiu once told her that no matter which profession, one had to always pay attention to 'fate' whenever one chose a weapon. A weapon came with a soul, and it would only resonate when they found a suitable owner. Thus, Shen Yanxiao was on the lookout for a bow that would resonate with her.
Shen Yanxiao felt depressed as she looked at the row of bows. She wondered why none of those hundreds of bows resonated with her.
"What is a penniless beggar doing here in the Lianjin Weapon Shop?" A young man browsing the collection of bows frowned when he noticed Shen Yanxiao's depressed look. He looked at her with scorn as he stared at her simple and poor clothes.
