Upon reaching the second floor, the crowd thinned out considerably. There were only a few customers in the vast space, and a middle-aged man in a long gray robe was sitting behind the counter, sipping tea.
The shop assistant respectfully bowed to the middle-aged man, then leaned in and whispered a few words in his ear.
"Oh? This young hero wishes to select a heavy spear?" The middle-aged man looked at Lin Ming with interest. "How heavy of a spear are you looking for?"
"Eight hundred jin."
"Eight hundred jin?" A sharp glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. "A spear of eight hundred jin requires at least four thousand jin of strength. Can you handle it?"
Lin Ming said, "I can. Even if it's a bit unwieldy now, it will become easy to handle in the future."
"Heh! Bold. I'll show you a spear."
