For nearly everyone, Songyang Manor sold weapons only in a single way. They set them out on the shelf, and you could buy them if you want, and not if you do not.

This was what you called style, style in the sense of putting on airs with elegance, to which the key was making it look effortless.

Second Boss Shi sprang to his feet at once and made him a deep bow. “I solemnly apologize for any affront I may have made just now. I have eyes, yet have failed to use them properly. I ask for Young Master He’s forgiveness. Might I ask which noble line Young Master He hails from?”

Come to think of it, a young man like this escaping the Demon Nest Swamp unscathed, then even having the Spider Queen hand him a travel token, is already anything but simple.

“I’m a traveler from far away, swept by the Han River flood straight into the Demon Nest Swamp.” He Lingchuan waved it off. “Here I’ve no roots. I’ve no proof of identity, and no one knows me.”

Second Boss Shi beamed and said, “No matter, no matter. For the next few months, the Stone Gate Merchant Caravan will be Young Master’s home. We’ll deliver you safe and sound to Lingxu City.”

He Lingchuan glanced toward the Gan Residence and said, “When I fell into the river, I lost my baggage. As I said earlier, I’ve nothing on me, not even a way to prove who I am.”

“That’s easily handled. The...