The moment the Spider Silk Matron Mother's voice cut off, Ye Ying Kling first felt relief.
As one of Lolth's former "children," she knew perfectly well that the deity's patience had reached its limit.
If not for some baffling purpose that remained unfulfilled—such as why she had descended upon this land again after hundreds of years—the Drow present would probably have suffered far more than mere restraint.
But a fierce rush of belated terror immediately broke across her brow.
Because she soon realized exactly what that command meant—
The speaker had interrupted Lolth's judgment!
She looked at Tang in bewilderment, and even a little fear.
Granted, he was not a follower of Lolth, but he should have known that the avatar formed from that statue represented a deity's will. He should have shown a god the most basic respect!
Who on earth had given him the courage to disrupt a deity's ordained proceedings, just to spare the Spider Silk Matron Mother's life?!
Had she?
But frankly, Tang Shi did not care whether the Spider Silk Matron Mother lived or died.
After all, even his own survival was uncertain—the cocoons Lolth had woven included him, of course. His predicament was no better than that of the other Drow, or even the Spider Silk Matron Mother. It might have been worse.
Because he truly was not a Drow.
The illusion that could fool the Drow would not necessarily work on a deity's eyes.
Still, he braced himself and used [Command] to stop the Spider Silk Matron Mother from asking any more questions.
This certainly was not some spark of compassion stirring in his heart. If he had possessed anything like that, he would have intervened when that Drow girl had been stabbed earlier.
He simply did not want this devout idiot to