Xiu once said, regardless of the profession, when selecting a weapon one must pay attention to the word 'fate'. Weapons also have their own souls, and the only way for it to resonate was to find the suitable owner. Shen Yanxiao was looking for a bow that would resonate with her.
After having a look at the rows of bows, Shen Yanxiao was very depressed. She felt strange that among these hundreds of bows, none seemed to be her 'fate'.
"This kind of poor ghost, how did he get here in the gold-smelting weapon shop?" A juvenile, who was also selecting a bow, looked at the sullen expression of Shen Yanxiao. Glancing at the simple clothes on Shen Yanxiao's body that could only be called shabby, his eyes flashed with disdain.
The weapons in gold-smelting weapon shop were famous for being expensive in the Black City. Even the most basic weapon, the price was several times higher than other places. Still, the students of Holy Roland School were extremely fond of patronizing the huge store. The weapons' workmans.h.i.+p here was pretty good, and since everyone knew that the price of this shop was not low, being able to buy a weapon here was also a symbol of status.
Even many of the new students of the Holy Roland School, having incited by their seniors, had joined the twisted compet.i.tion.
Compet.i.tion of strength was one thing; compet.i.tion of financial resources was another thing. Even if some students didn't have the strength to boast around with, they would still attempt to use financial deterrence in all directions.
And seeing that such a plain-dressed, skinny and unattractive little kid had run into a 'luxurious' weapon shop, it really made people feel very lofty.
"Who knows. But you just need to look at his appearance to know that he can't afford to buy something. Guess this kid only wanted to watch these bows."
Another youth didn't bother to hide his contempt towards Shen Yanxiao. He even purposely said that Shen Yanxiao only wanted to 'watch' the bows. Flipping the tag price rather arrogantly, he said with disdain: "700 gold coins? Who's going to use this c.r.a.p?"
The young man who just spoke smiled and glanced at Shen Yanxiao, and then said: "This kind of junk naturally is not worthy of you, but even if it's just a junk, it's still not something anyone can afford."
Shen Yanxiao slightly frowned. She was just absorbed in her thoughts and her eyes just unconsciously fell on the bow. She didn't expect that these two fools would incredibly talk a bunch of c.r.a.p about the bow because of that.
It was obvious that Shen Yanxiao, who's struggling to find her own bow, did not realize that the two silly fools were actually mocking her.
'Go to the second floor.' Xiu's voice suddenly rang.
Shen Yanxiao immediately turned to look at the stairs to the second floor. It was quite strange, the first floor was packed with people, but there was no one going up to the next floor.
'There's something good on the second floor.' Xiu said, urging her to go.
Shen Yanxiao didn't doubt him and went straight towards the stairs.
The two juveniles who were flaunting their wealth, suddenly seeing their object of mocking went up the stairs, an incredible expression appeared on their face.
"Where's that kid going?'
"Funny, ah. He actually wants to go to the second floor? Even his lifetime earnings will not be able to afford a bow there… no, it should be said that he can't afford to buy even a string."
"Right. Who did not know that starting price of the weapons on the second floor are several thousands of gold coins? That kid simply cannot afford."
Although the two youths boasts of being rich, but with their financial resources, they only dared to hang around the ground floor.