The morning sun cast a dazzling shimmer over the sprawling northern quarter of the Pill King Market. Compared to the eastern alley of forgotten scrolls and dusty alchemy books, the northern side felt like a battlefield of brilliance. Here, the treasures weren't secrets etched on burnt parchment—but weapons forged to dominate realms.
Spearheads gleamed like comet tails. Swords whispered ancient names. Shields pulsed with spiritual energy. Every stall, every shop, every chamber here echoed with the clang of steel and the hum of bound spirits.
Lin Lin clapped her hands in excitement as the trio passed under a massive jade archway inscribed with three bold characters:
"Heavenly Weapon Store"
"I've been saving for this," she grinned, tugging Yun Rou's hand. "My sister Mei Lin broke her last staff fighting near the Duskwood Grove. She deserves a new one—something beautiful and strong."
