It was evening.
The roadside gasoline lamp flickered wanly, occasionally spitting tiny sparks.
The densely packed insects kept crashing into the glass cover, producing a steady clattering.
Chen Shouyi crushed a mole cricket beneath his foot, then said to Bai Xiaoling, who was following close behind, "We're running a little short on arrows again!"
"Tomorrow, I'll apply for a thousand and have them sent over." Bai Xiaoling hurried a step forward to Chen Shouyi's side and spoke.
As one of the benefits and privileges of being a Martial Master, all weapon-related consumables could be billed to the provincial government, and their quality was even superior to those bought at weapon shops.
At that moment, Chen Shouyi remembered something and asked:
"By the way, how did that 1,500-pound War Bow I asked you to apply for last time turn out?"
"The provincial government office has already placed orders with all the major manufacturers, but there isn't any stock yet," Bai Xiaoling said. Looking at Chen Shouyi's profile, a trace of awe and admiration flashed through her heart. She had practically watched him grow step by step—from Martial Artist, to Great Martial Artist, and then to Martial Master.
He was practically cheating.
And he was becoming more and more handsome, too!
"Something with a slightly lower draw weight will do as well." Chen Shouyi sighed and settled for second best.
As his strength had grown increasingly powerful over the past half-month, even an 800-pound bow had begun to feel lighter and lighter in his hands.
"I'll explain the situation!" Bai Xiaoling hurriedly said. She had risen with the tide as well. Not only had her待遇 been adjusted to the equivalent of a department-level official, but as a Martial Master's liaison and secretary, she could now speak with authority on both the military