"Stop!"
"You... How could you do that?!"
Seeing Chen Changan dig out and seize the energy mirrors of hundreds of his clansmen, the Mirror People Race's patriarch was furious, even though its mirror surface had no expression.
"Oh? You sound pretty angry."
"We've all been giving as good as we got. Don't be mad. When you treated the Human Race that way, you didn't care about any of this, did you?"
"Don't act like you're some kind of saint."
"You have only two choices. One: you die."
"The other..."
"I'll take the other one..."
Holy crap!
This guy was such a damn coward!
I hadn't even told him what the other choice was, and he'd already picked it? He just didn't want to die?
"Damn it, that bastard's just as afraid of dying as he was back then." Bu Yao couldn't help but complain too.
"He was like this back then?"
"I can't even be bothered to talk about it. When I first caught him back then, he immediately told me he could gather all his clansmen. He said the ones who'd done wrong were his clansmen, and that he'd never copied anyone—not a single person or race."
"If I spared his life, he'd be willing to put righteousness before family and personally punish his own clansmen."
Damn!
He really was born to be a leader.
"I thought he didn't copy anyone because he was the patriarch and was too proud to do it. Turns out... he was just afraid of dying."
Looking at the Mirror People Race's patriarch now, Chen Changan could somehow sense its craven, sycophantic nature through the mirror's reflection of everything around it.
"Gather all your clansmen," Chen Changan said coldly, not even bothering to look at the patriarch.
"Sure, sure, no problem. I'm an expert