Despite Yinuo's question, the gallery remained utterly silent. Not a single voice dared to rise—not even the smallest cough or squeak.
It wasn't her intention to intimidate, but the earlier show of strength—effortlessly catching a solid metal pillar weighing at least a ton with just one hand—had left quite the impression.
Most notably, General Kurdat was visibly drenched in sweat, his nerves stretched tighter than a bowstring.
After all, it had been his direct order to make Yinuo's initial journey as arduous as possible. His plan had been to strand her in some godforsaken corner of the wilds, hoping she'd lose her way—or at the very least her patience.
Now, faced with Yinuo's steely gaze and the effortless way she'd flexed her overwhelming strength, Kurdat couldn't even muster an excuse. He simply turned on his heel and began to retreat, weaving hurriedly through the crowd like a man fleeing the gallows.
