After finishing his words, Tang Sen took a tentative couple of steps toward the door, but Ling Zhenfei immediately matched his steps towards him.
Tang Sen stopped dead in his tracks and pointed his gun at Ling Zhenfei, "Don't come any closer, or I'll really shoot."
Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Do you think I'd believe in your so-called 'ghost gun'? If you have the guts, shoot."
Tang Sen faltered for a moment before becoming agitated, "Why would I lie to you? This handgun was a gift from my godfather, Wu Yingxiong. Can't you feel that this gun is different from others?"
"There's no difference, stop trying to mystify things." Ling Zhenfei of course knew everything Tang Sen said was true, but what could a mere handgun do to me?
Tang Sen had been confident that any cultivator who saw the gun would back off without a fight. He never expected Ling Zhenfei to be utterly oblivious to its uniqueness.
