A New Interpretation

A saber was a must for Gu Shenwei now.

He carried one everyday in Golden Roc Fort and became accustomed to having the extra weight on him all the time. Without it, he would feel as if he was completely naked and unprotected, especially when he was in a dangerous place like South City.

The next day, he left Xu Xiaoyi's place at noon and walked toward Southwall Tavern through the deep snow. Among all the places he knew in South City, that place had the most weapons.

The tall fat guy at the gate of Southwall looked at him coldly and refused his request directly, "Southwall is a tavern, not a weapon shop."

"I'll pay you to get one," Gu Shenwei insisted, unwilling to take no for an answer. He blocked the doorway, knowing that no one would come to the tavern at this time.