"This many?" Zhang Ze was astonished.
He had thought that having a dozen would be the most, but he didn't expect there to be so many.
If you didn't know any better, you'd think this little Daoist wanted to be the king of arms dealers.
"Quite the hidden depth, kid," Senior Sister Qin stepped forward and picked one up, stroking the nearly new barrel.
Mu Mu chuckled, "Actually, they're not mine. It's my Junior Master's hobby. But he's not too thoughtful—he gets bored two days after getting something new, so he tossed them all to me."
By now, Senior Sister Qin understood what Zhang Ze wanted to do. She put down the gun, "You want to print talismans to replace the Thousand Mechanism Thunder?"
Zhang Ze nodded, "Exactly."
"But whether it's the Thunder Talisman or our Celestial Sect's Ice Soul Talisman, it's hard to control them well without someone managing them directly. Can they meet the requirements?"
Zhang Ze shook his finger.
"Not those; we're printing these two instead."
