Lin Ming Really Came

However, the slaves whose minds had already been completely twisted by fear and servility simply would not listen to her.

They even turned around and looked at Su Yunwan with even more venom, as though she were the culprit who had driven them into this desperate situation.

"What do you know?! You're an outsider. What right do you have to tell us what to do?"

"At least we can stay alive like this! Rebels like you will only bring disaster upon us!"

"Shut up! You bring misfortune! If it weren't for you, Lord Beast Emperor wouldn't have captured us and brought us here!"

Listening to their vicious curses, Su Yunwan felt a profound sense of helplessness wash over her.

How could she, alone with just her words, possibly argue against tens of thousands of people whose minds had been twisted? She even began to wonder what the point of her persistence was. Were these people really worth saving?

Just as despair was about to drown her—

A calm, somewhat indifferent voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.

"There's no need to argue with them. They're just a group of people who have long since become twisted. They are no longer our compatriots."

The voice was so close that it seemed to be whispering directly into her ear.

Su Yunwan's body jolted! She turned her head in disbelief and looked beside her—

A tall figure had somehow appeared silently at her side. He simply stood there quietly, as though he had been there from the very beginning, utterly out of place amid the surrounding clamor and fear.

He wore fitted black clothes, his body straight as a pine. His face was young, even carrying a trace of adolescent immaturity, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient pool that had existed