Shen Yanxiao did not doubt his words and walked toward the direction that Xiu had mentioned.
Wan Li and his friend immediately jeered as Shen Yanxiao left silently. He said, "I knew it. That poor kid could not afford such an expensive bow, and yet he still wanted to disgrace himself. Is someone like him even fit to use such a good bow? See, when it's time to fork out the money, he's leaving with a guilty conscience. Such a shameless person." As he spoke, Wan Li smiled and looked up at Meng Yiheng. "Of course, only a genius like Senior Meng is well-suited for this superior bow."
Meng Yiheng smiled smugly. He was Saint Laurent Academy's top archer, so of course he should use the best bow. Furthermore, his family's wealth allowed him to choose a weapon with no worry.
"Wrap this bow for me, please." Meng Yiheng proudly took out a silver-colored crystal card.
Wan Li's eyes immediately widened.
