The power of persuasion couldn't be said to be non-existent; on the contrary, there was a kind of beauty in dissuasion that made Ji Jue, who was watching from the sidelines, pause momentarily in his actions.
In the prolonged silence, everyone exchanged glances; several times, someone seemed on the verge of speaking as if to offer some persuasion, yet under Uncle Lin's indifferent gaze, they couldn't utter a word.
Expressions changed, faces transformed.
It was truly spectacular.
At times like these, those who were angrily sullen might not necessarily be guilty while those with a clear complexion could not necessarily be deemed loyal. The stances of most people, however, disclosed their hesitancy and wavering.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Lin."
