He merely raised his index finger, gently wagging it at the Cursed Yin, feeling an overwhelming sense of amusement at Its defensive posture:
"Don't be afraid, little Cursed Yin."
"I just want to say, your judgment is admittedly mediocre."
"But this truly is the best choice under the circumstances, you did your best, I guessed it, it's not your fault."
"Silly, but also quite adorable..."
The little ant behind him, what on earth was it yammering about, the Cursed Yin had already stopped listening.
Its six arms, making the six seals, were now stuck in the void, feeling extremely awkward.
To release or not to release.
It shouldn't have formed the seals from the start!
But alas, facing such an opponent who knew of Its less-than-ideal state, even if the actions were overly alarmist, overly absurd and laughable, they were still beneath the majesty of the Ancestral God...
The Cursed Yin acknowledged it!
It suddenly felt a sense of extreme contempt and disgust.
