About the time it took to burn an incense stick after Fang Yuan left, the curtain of the Weapon Forge was lifted again.
A slender, graceful figure sauntered inside. The newcomer was a woman, delicate and exquisitely shaped, with a waist so slim it could be encircled by one hand. Even as she walked, she carried an alluring charm.
Her face was enchanting, her eyes rippling as though they could hook a person's very soul.
Yet when the shop hands saw her, not only did they dare entertain no improper thoughts, but every one of them fell silent as cicadas in winter. They hurriedly lowered their heads and called out respectfully in unison:
"Head Shopkeeper!"
Their voices carried fear that could not be concealed.
The woman gave a tinkling laugh, her voice soft enough to melt one's bones. But everyone present knew what cruel methods lay hidden behind that laughter.
Those who knew her would never be bewitched by her gorgeous appearance. She controlled this shop and the many shady dealings behind it,
not through gentleness, humility, courtesy, and restraint, but through ruthless methods and unfathomable strength.
She naturally had the capital to be arrogant.
At the sight of the woman entering, Shopkeeper Li, already unsettled, jolted all over as the color instantly drained from his face.
He struggled out from behind the counter and practically scrambled over to her. Forcing out a smile uglier than tears,
he tremblingly reported every detail of how someone had just broken the setup and taken the treasured saber, not daring to hide a single thing.
As the woman listened, her seductive smile gradually faded, and a dangerous gleam flickered in her eyes.
"Oh?" Her red lips parted slightly. Her voice remained alluring, yet it carried a chill. "There really is someone unafraid of