One minute is not long, and it had soon passed.
Not everyone had stepped forward, less than a third chose to set down their weapons and stand to the right, while many more chose to remain resolute. They gripped their weapons tightly, glaring angrily at Bai Ye and his comrades, their eyes burning with rage, the prior panic unconsciously subsided.
However, it wasn't that they were no longer afraid, but rather that intense anger supported them, pushed down the fear deep within their hearts. The threat of death ignited the fighting spirit within them, at this moment, they were unwilling to live on their knees and instead wanted to fight for themselves, for their settlement.
Bai Ye, looking at these people's reactions, didn't feel angry; instead, he felt somewhat relieved. It seemed that their fighting spirit was still there, and it wasn't beyond redemption.
Had he not wished to test them, he would have never staged this act. Now, it seemed, the outcome was quite satisfactory to him.
