At his actions, the men and women behind him, whose cultivation levels were about the same as his, wore various expressions.
A heavily made-up woman rolled her eyes, seemingly disdainful.
A dark-skinned man of average build had a flash of pity in his eyes, but quickly concealed it.
Of course, there were also some who, like the young man, looked down at the many numb figures below the platform with mocking expressions.
Disdain, mockery, indifference, pity, even the sorrow of seeing one's own kind suffer...
There was no shortage of emotions.
The mockery in the young man's eyes faded. A glimmer of spiritual light appeared at his fingertips, and he gently wiped the juices from the corner of his lips, still smiling.
"An opportunity like this is rare. Anyone willing may come forward."
The many numb figures stared blankly, longing flashing in their eyes. Their emaciated bodies craved nourishment.
But they seemed to have some misgivings, and not one of them stepped forward.
The young man did not hurry them. He had someone bring over a chair, then sat before the table piled with delicacies, leisurely sampling the various dishes.
He had starved these wretches for three days. Someone would give in.
Things went just as he had expected. Just as a few of the numb figures below the platform were about to lose control and step forward...
A figure suddenly emerged from the crowd, and everyone's gaze converged on him.
Yet the man wore neat, clean clothes and carried a crimson longsword on his back. His posture was upright.
Hm?
The young man seated at the table was startled by the sight.
When did this person appear?
He hurriedly stood and was about to ask, "May I ask who you are, sir? You..."
Before he could finish, a finger