The inn was very close to the medical clinic, and it didn't take long to get there.
Yu Tingwan settled the cattle, then asked the shopkeeper for two adjoining rooms on the first floor.
Taking advantage of the fact that it wasn't dark yet, she sipped some hot tea, nibbled on a bun ordered from the inn, and then ran out.
She was heading to the blacksmith shop in town.
Whether it was because it was late or business was bad, there weren't many customers in the shop.
As soon as she entered, a wave of heat hit her.
The furnace was burning vigorously, with flames flicking their long tongues upwards. A muscular man with a bare torso was swinging a large hammer and working the iron.
"Clang, clang, clang."
Yu Tingwan looked around.
The shop wasn't too big or too small, just rightly proportioned.
She stepped forward and spoke, "Can you customize hidden weapons?"
It was still Wei Shen who reminded her that a butcher knife was inconvenient—cumbersome to carry around.
