"Who fired the gun?"
Cun Ling turned around and asked. Sun Ci, elated, stood out, but Cun Ling merely nodded and then looked away, leaving him standing there stiffly, not knowing what to do.
Dumb luck.
Cun Ling tossed the bullet, understanding; after the bullet had pierced through the outer shell, it struck directly at the core of the mutant, a core with limited material, shattering it with a single shot.
It was fully formed mutant, dying so frustratingly.
But this bullet...
He thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Who made this?"
Sun Ci instinctively wanted to raise his hand but then realized he had forgotten who had given him the gun; as he looked back blankly, he saw Ji Jue supporting himself with a cane.
Head lowered, he reported, "It... it was me."
Cun Ling, holding the bullet, felt the marks of its making and asked nonchalantly, "This handiwork of intensifying spiritual material, where did you learn it?"
"I... I..."
