After a moment’s silence, Dongguo Feng successfully repressed his curiosity, turned, and left. 

He was severely injured. If anything unexpected happened, it was highly likely he’d be in deep trouble.

However, he’d only taken a few steps when that ethereal, melodious bell resounded once more.

Dongguo Feng stopped in place, then whipped around.

The sound of the bell was actually emanating from within the nearby mysterious pawn shop!

It was then that the tightly-shut gates opened from inside.

A short old man stood there, dressed like a merchant. He had a mustache, and he wore a small, round black cap. His hands were hidden in his sleeves.

Beneath the orange glow of the lantern, Dongguo Feng saw his face clearly. He was smiling, and he looked pleasant and amiable.

“Dear customer, it’s been a long time since this pawnshop has opened its doors. Tonight, we were fortunate enough to encounter a sword cultivator such as yourself. Please, come inside for a chat.”

As he spoke, he clasped his fist and gestured for Dongguo Feng to follow him.

Dongguo Feng hesitated, then asked, “Dare I ask if...