The General Store beneath Dripping Rock was enough to drive immortals mad.
It was hard to imagine what method had been used to gather so many heavenly treasures and earthly rarities, with every conceivable variety available. Of course, no matter how many treasures had been collected, they could not compare to the blade in Feng Ying's hand, and the Strange Girl's purpose in trading had nothing to do with divine weapons.
She hopped onto the counter, holding a round fan as she drifted back and forth.
She casually described the wonders of all sorts of treasures, opening the eyes of the two rookies who had practically been keeping company with ghosts.
The two rookies' cultivation was ordinary. Feng Ying excelled at saber techniques, while Yu excelled at archery. Her bow had been patched and mended through many chaotic battles and was barely usable. Perhaps some mysterious existence had interfered, but the two rookies' luck with wealth was utterly average—they could not strike it rich, yet they would not starve either. They were the sort who would hardly draw anyone's attention.
The Strange Girl said far too much, and Feng Ying and Yu had barely absorbed any of it. It was simply too profound.
Feng Ying hurriedly asked while the other party paused to catch her breath.
"Excuse me, do you have any bows here? A crossbow would do too. Nothing too high-end—we can't afford it..."
The words "can't afford it" sounded humble and heartbreaking.
Yu had not expected Feng Ying's first thought to be for her. Delighted, she hurriedly waved her hands to dissuade her.
"Forget it, forget it. I've saved up some things. I can just buy materials and refine one myself."
There was no helping it. The two had encountered no opportunities to get rich along the way,