A few moments later, the wooden door opened, and the shop assistant hastily invited Shen Yanxiao into the compound.
Thick curtains covered the windows and blocked any incoming light, and so the room was pitch-black. As Shen Yanxiao stepped into the house, she felt a surge of a heatwave that enveloped the entire room. There were crystal lights that hung from the ceiling, and then Shen Yanxiao saw a sixty-year-old white-bearded man. He had a tobacco pipe in his mouth as he sat on a chair, and his sharp eyes stared at Shen Yanxiao. A middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years of age stood beside the old man.
"Did you want to buy this bow?" The white-bearded old man took a puff of his pipe as he narrowed his eyes to look at the little person in front of him. It was not an exaggeration to say that if the black bow were held upright, it would probably be as tall as the little guy.
