The warehouse of the magistrate court was not large and it lacked in equipment. Shi Xueman and others might regard it as shabby, but it was definitely a treasure trove to Ai Hui.
He walked slowly past the shelves and obsolete boxes. From time to time, he picked up the dusty equipment in his hand to take a closer look. He did not care about the dust. When he was unfastening armor in the Wilderness, the armor sets were likely to be covered with residue such as blood, flesh, or bone powder.
Duanmu Huanghun was observing Ai Hui secretly. Seeing what Ai Hui was doing, he encouraged himself to take one of the shabby weapons and kept telling himself that he must do better than Ai Hui.
He would not lose to Ai Hui in any aspect!
However, as a mysophobiac since was young, Duanmu Huanghun found it really sickening.
