Just as Meng Yiheng was prepared to make his payment, Shen Yanxiao's declaration shocked him. He frowned as he looked at the dirty, dark bow in Shen Yanxiao's hands, and his face immediately showed the contempt that he felt.
The bow in Shen Yanxiao's hands was not only unremarkable, but it was also covered in dust. It did not seem particularly outstanding. When it was placed next to the Mercury Wood Bow on the counter, it looked dull and soulless while the other looked bright and luxurious. The differences between those two bows were like heaven and earth.
Meng Yiheng snorted. Not only did that bow look notably ordinary, but it also did not even have a single magical core embedded in it. It was basically an incomplete weapon.
