"Interesting." Han Ning looked intrigued.
'A Demon Sword... It must be packed with Energy.'
He picked up his rice bowl and urged, "Come on, let's eat."
'The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get to business.'
"Ma'am, why aren't you eating?" Han Ning asked after shoveling down a few mouthfuls of rice, pausing with his chopsticks in hand.
"I've already eaten. You two go ahead."
The old woman sat on a small stool by the earthen stove, huddling close to the fire for warmth.
Seeing her like this, Han Ning was reminded of his own grandmother. She also disliked eating at the table with others, preferring to eat the leftovers alone after everyone else had finished.
The two men invited her several more times, but when the old woman adamantly refused to join them, they finally gave up.
