Alex let out a heavy sigh, his mind swirling with thoughts. His gaze was fixed on the bow in Chen Wei's hand, taking in every detail of the intricate piece.
The bow was a masterpiece, a work of art in its own right. Its craftsmanship was beyond compare, every detail meticulously etched and carved.
It was adorned with elaborate symbols, imbued with deep purple.
Even without touching it, Alex was able to discern, purely from visual inspection, that it was a high-quality weapon.
However, it was clear from Chen Wei's grip that the bow was not his primary weapon of choice.
The way he handled it was less than professional, lacking the ease and familiarity that Shen Hong had demonstrated.
Observing this, Alex's mind started to race, considering how he could acquire such a weapon.
