Song Yunuan didn't notice Gu Huai'an's thoughts; her attention was on what was in front of her.
Here, they could call it a weapons arsenal.
The ship was custom-made and extremely stable on the open sea.
And they had already boarded.
It was dusk at this time.
The ocean outside was no longer azure but pitch black.
The moon was hidden behind dark clouds.
However, the arsenal was brightly lit, yet only Gu Huai'an and Song Yunuan were there.
Not only were there the fishing gear that Song Yunuan wanted, but also all sorts of weapons.
It was an assortment of everything one could imagine.
Song Yunuan took out her special slingshot from her bag.
There was also a pouch made of cowhide, filled with iron pellets specially made by Song Yunuan.
These were prepared just for fun.
To her surprise, there was an entire box of small iron pellets in the weapon's arsenal that were about the same size as the ones she used regularly.
