The crowd: “Are guns any use in the Primordial World?”
Wuming sneered. “Yes!”
The crowd: “Can they kill cultivators?”
Wuming sneered. “No.”
The crowd: “Why not? Then why carry a gun? You might as well go and apprentice yourself to one of the Sages!”
Wuming sneered. “Because they aren't worthy of making me draw it! I carry a gun only to protect what I want to protect. As for the Sages, they're thieves, every one of them!”
The crowd: “Aren't you afraid to die?”
Wuming sneered. “I am! Everyone is afraid of death! But I'd rather die than become one of those heartless, unfeeling Sages!”
The crowd: “…”
Wuming said nothing…
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