With the advancement of weapons technology, Bai Ye's choice of weapon might seem unusual but the scalpel had served her well in her 15 years of practice. There was a reason she was known as a witch doctor—her scalpel did not only save lives but took them as well.
"Little Ye?" Ji Fu noticed Bai Ye's slowing footsteps and turned around. He followed her gaze and saw the obsidian scalpel.
The weapons dealer noted the pair's attention and quickly presented the item of interest. "Good sir, your granddaughter has a good eye. This is the latest design carved from dark crystal. It's definitely..."
While the man was explaining the backstory of the weapon, Bai Ye weighed the weapon in her hands and tested her grip.
As expected from a man of his age, Ji Fu began the process of haggling. The price was lowered from ten gold coins to one silver coin, yet the old man was still asking for a better deal.
