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The three of them fully entered the shop.
The interior was much larger than it appeared from outside. Various bows of different sizes hung neatly along the walls, while bundles of arrows were stacked in wooden racks nearby. Animal hides, bowstrings, and hunting tools filled the shelves.
Han Yan's eyes swept across the display, fascinated. It was his first time seeing such fine craftsmanship.
Some of the bows were short and light, suitable for quick shots. Others were nearly as tall as a man and clearly required considerable strength to draw.
Rubbing his long beard, the old man led him toward a row of hunting bows.
"Young man, try this one," the old man said, handing the bow to Han Yan.
Han Yan accepted the bow.
The bow was made from dark wood and felt solid in his hands. Its shape was simple, with a leather-wrapped grip at the center and a tightly stretched bowstring. Though Han Yan knew little about bows, he could tell it was well-made.
