"Discounts?" Another cultivator scoffed as he clenched his Viewing Jade, glowing with a half-typed thread. "The Convenience Saint doesn't need to peddle wares in person. He's probably here to test some divine trinket or maybe watch his assistants challenge the tower?"
"Wait. Look. Did you see that thing at his hip? Is that a weapon? Something forged by divine beings? Can you hit someone with it?" And someone else noticed his belt and the revolver sitting quietly in its holster.
From there, many such speculations rose, and their voices all converged onto their ship, even before they could disembark.
Lin Mo's lips twitched a little as he caught the whispers as he subconsciously rested his hand on the grip of the [Starshot Revolver].
