The street was bustling with merchants and customers.
The smell of smoke and steel in the air, the clanking metallic sounds, and the cold shine of polished weapons hanging from the racks in the cheaper stores down the small alleys from the main road would tell travelers they were walking up one of the few dedicated armament streets in this city, located further into the lake, far from the city center.
Though there were many different stores and custom-order workshops, there was a dark grey flag with steel-colored character "Kai" next to every store's name plaque.
Nie Xiwang's Truth-Seeking Eyes were carefully examining the quality of the weapons, as she walked alongside Wu Long.
They didn't stop until they reached the end of the main road, which had a lavish store to one side, and a workshop to the other.
