Si Shuo didn't pay any mind to the other beastmen's fence-sitting. The emotions of ordinary beastmen were easily swayed. They tended to prioritize their own interests, making them nothing more than a masterless blade, stabbing indiscriminately.
'If Yu Jiao can use them, then so can I! To feel sad or upset over a group of people without minds of their own is just to make things difficult for myself.'
The smile on Yu Jiao's face was almost unstoppable. She desperately tried to force down the corners of her lips, needing to project a complex expression of heartache, disappointment, and helplessness.
The two warring emotions made the muscles on her face twitch, giving her a particularly menacing look.
Si Shuo walked toward the platform step by step, her males and cubs following close behind.
The crowd silently parted for them, their eyes filled with a trace of pity.
