Unfortunately, on Xuanxing, the controls on such knives are far too strict. Especially after the promotion of Martial Arts, rigorous inspections have become commonplace. Now, in Xia Country, the only knives readily available are likely fruit knives and kitchen knives.
Those types of knives are hardly powerful enough, Jiang Shu thought, shaking his head. He looked at the dagger, his voice low. "How much?"
The vendor looked up but didn't say much. With a wave of his hand, a burst of force resonated.
He was clearly a Martial Artist!
He picked up the dagger and lightly pressed it against his own arm. Instantly, a trickle of blood seeped out.
"It can pierce Iron Skin. Thirty taels of silver, non-negotiable."
