Lu Yuan generously showed the submachine gun in his hands to the assembled Daoists. "This Divine Artifact, born of Heaven and Earth since the dawn of time, is a rarity in this world."
Lu Yuan was bluffing with a straight face. The Daoists, who had rarely left the mountain, naturally didn't recognize the object and kept praising, "Benefactor, what a treasure!"
Seeing that the Xingzi were eliminated, Lu Yuan's confidants stopped protecting the common folk and walked over to their young master.
The confidants, who had handled guns before, listened to their young master's grand bluff. They struggled to suppress their smiles, their mouths twitching as if they were trying to hold back the recoil of a Rifle. 'These Daoists are such country bumpkins,' they thought.
The Observatory Master of Guyang Temple, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly coughed a few times, drawing everyone's attention.
