"Did you get a clear look at the weapon?" Xiao Yu leaned forward slightly.
Uncle Ma shook his head. "I didn't get a clear look. Both times were at night. But the weapon isn't large. I saw Little Fei holding it in her hand. I even searched for it secretly while on night watch but couldn't find it. I don't know where that girl hid it."
"Oh, and when the weapon was fired, I think I saw a flash of fire."
Xiao Yu grew excited. 'A flash of fire... fire... Could that be why its lethality is so great?'
He had practiced martial arts since childhood and had two great passions. One was a love for horses—fine horses, of course. Heir Xiao wouldn't give an ordinary steed a second glance.
The other was a fascination with all kinds of weaponry. He was most skilled with the saber, and while he could wield other weapons, he was by no means an expert.
This was mainly because his father said learning too many would cause him to spread himself too thin.
"I must get my hands on this thing!"
