The moment the words "Correct Answer" appeared on the Sky Screen, the hunter's cabin fell so silent that they could hear the soft crackling of firewood in the flames.
Everyone turned to look at Ning Rongrong.
Ma Hongjun was the first to slap his thigh, his voice high and urgent. "Fuck! Rongrong! Didn't you just say, 'What if he teaches out his Self-Created Soul Skills?' You said it, right? You did!"
"She said it!" Oscar jumped up as well, his face full of regret. "I thought she was joking! Why didn't I write it down too?!"
"I heard it too..." Dai Mubai folded his arms, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I just didn't take it seriously either."
"Rongrong, did you really put that down?" Ma Hongjun leaned close to Ning Rongrong, his eyes wide. "You wrote this? Teaching Self-Created Soul Skills?"
Surrounded by them all, Ning Rongrong's face flushed crimson. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and for a moment, she could not say a word. She could only nod desperately, nodding several times in a row.
"Don't just nod! Say something!" Ma Hongjun stamped his feet anxiously.
"I..." Ning Rongrong finally forced out a sound, her voice trembling. "I wrote it. I just... I just thought Su Mo was different from everyone else. He even made the Ring Condensation Technique public. Why couldn't Soul Skills be made public? So I wrote it."
"My heavens!" Ma Hongjun dropped onto the ground and let out a long sigh toward the ceiling. "Why didn't I listen to you?!"
"Don't celebrate yet." Yu Xiaogang suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured over them, silencing everyone.
The others turned to look at him.
Yu Xiaogang stood beside the fire, pushing up his glasses