Chapter 253 - Pity
Ordinary flying swords could be purchased in the Sky Treasure Pavilion.
However, if one wanted a flying sword that was the most suited for themselves where the measurements, weight and materials used were according to their specifications, they would have to come to custom weapon workshops.
It was even more so for defensive spirit weapons such as vests and inner armors.
Everyone had different figures so they naturally had to customize their cuttings.
Su Zimo spent his time queuing to observe many things.
Typically, middle-grade spirit weapons would require three to five thousand middle-grade spirit stones to customize. Furthermore, the clients would have to provide at least three sets of materials!
Superior-grade spirit weapons would require three to five thousand superior-grade spirit stones and ten sets of materials!
After a long time, it was finally Su Zimo’s turn.
Unlike normally, Night Spirit did not hide and instead looked at the little girl constantly with its head popped out.
Su Zimo whispered apologetically, “Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt you.”
The little girl did not say anything, merely watching Su Zimo warily with widened eyes.
Chuckling bitterly, Su Zimo shook his head and turned to leave.
The two of them did not know each other and merely met by chance. It was already benevolent and kind enough of Su Zimo to give her a meal and a set of clothes on account of his feelings for Xiaoning.
He continued walking towards his residence.
Before he walked far, Su Zimo felt his heart stir and glanced slightly sideways.
From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the little girl draped in his green robes wolfing down the buns. She was following behind him, maintaining a fixed distance.
Smiling, Su Zimo was not bothered by it.
Before long, he arrived at the entrance of Yongxing City.
On one side of Yongxing City’s entrance gate, a large group of people gathered. Despite their numbers, they were extremely quiet and the only sound came from the middle of the crowd.
“And it was said that the massive battle continued for two days and nights and finally, the divine dragon was slain by that man! That battle was so intense that the skies went dark and the earth shattered. Corpses were strewn all over the ground as fresh blood flowed in an extremely tragic manner!”
In the middle of the crowd, a Confucian-looking old man with long robes was telling a story.
This was a storyteller, someone that traveled among common folk and specialized in fictional stories of the supernatural – Su Zimo had heard many of them.
However, for some reason, when he heard those words of the old man, an image of the terrible sea of bones in the perimeter of the primordial ruin flashed in front of Su Zimo’s eyes uncontrollably!
Su Zimo shrugged his head and did not think too much about it, merely lamenting internally, “A divine dragon has just appeared and someone’s already making up tales of divine dragons as though it’s real.”
Right then, someone raised his voice and said, “Storyteller, you’ve already told us this part in the afternoon!”
“I did, but some people didn’t get to hear it,” The old man chuckled.
Su Zimo paused and turned around slowly, looking at the old man in the crowd.
Did that old man say that on a whim… or was he implying something?