As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was given a clear direction.
People looked at one another, each with their own attitude.
"This person named Fan Lang saved us. If it weren't for him, we'd still be under the insect race's control. It's only natural that we follow his arrangements."
"He's from the Aurora God Kingdom, but I'm not. Why should I take his orders? I've finally regained my freedom. I just want to go home as soon as possible, not risk my life fighting the insect race again."
"This is all just his side of the story. Who knows whether it's true or false? Are we supposed to believe him completely just because he says so? Maybe someone else saved us, and it had nothing to do with him."
"The insect race is too difficult to deal with. I don't want to be parasitized by them again. Everyone should hurry up and leave this place, then flee somewhere safe."
Voices rose and fell in a tide of discussion. There was no scene of one call drawing a resounding response from the crowd.
Fan Lang swept his gaze over the crowd, listening to the overt and hidden voices, then said, "To most of you here, I'm merely a stranger. We are Passing Acquaintances, so it's only natural that you don't trust me. I understand that completely. Hearing is unreliable, while seeing is believing. You have indeed regained your freedom; that is an indisputable fact. Such a result could not have happened without someone putting in the effort. And I was the one who did it. I developed the poison that restrains the insect race, and I spread it as well. If it weren't for me, all of you would still be oppressed by the insect race, living lives worse