"Pickaxe?"
Tang Hao was surprised when he heard that. He walked over to take a look, and his jaw dropped.
The rows of pickaxes on display were glittering in silver or gold. Some of them had talismanic runes carved on them and were gleaming in treasure light. The most extravagant ones had carvings of dragons and phoenixes on them.
'Are those even pickaxes?'
Tang Hao's face twitched violently.
'It's one thing to craft pickaxes as Artifacts, but why make them so extravagant?'
"Hey, young hero, do you want one? Our store sells exceptionally sturdy pickaxes. Look at the designs. Cool, right? Everyone will envy you if you carry one on your shoulders!"
The store attendant glanced at Tang Hao and grinned.
"Isn't it… just a pickaxe? What's the point of making it so flashy?" Tang Hao said, confused.
"It's not just a pickaxe, it's a status symbol! Look at the pickaxes from that store. They're all ugly and tacky," the attendant said seriously.
