Night passed by quickly. Not even the Capital City could fight against the quiet midnight.
Even so, Ming Yuchan's estate was still filled with bright lights. In the office located at the center of the building, he was sitting on his chair, thinking about the gift given by a young merchant named Yang Ji.
In front of him, a gun lay on the desk.
The item was truly a mystery.
While the design was simple and straightforward, its power and effect were beyond his imagination.
"Do you think what he said about this weapon is true?"
Ming Yuchan asked the servant standing behind him.
"I do not know, my Lord. However, I did hear about such an artifact used by a recently rising martial art that looked pretty similar to this item. I believe you have heard of him before, my Lord."
