"That kid has a screw loose. As long as nothing's wrong, that's fine. I'm going to interrogate Li Fan." After saying that, Lin Xiaodao went off to get busy.
Not long after Fengqing Mengdie was taken down, Yidaiyan heard of the result and was no longer in such a rush. Still, she was on her way here and would arrive soon.
Lin Xiaodao wanted to pry out some information first.
Clearly, he would use the same old trick—throw Li Fan into the Little Slave Gourd, refine and torture him, and force him to talk.
Li Tianming continued standing guard for Weisheng Moran. To ensure their safety, he not only moved closer, but also avoided blinking.
It was a dazzling sight!
Before long, however, Lin Xiaodao interrupted him. The two were both inside the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, yet they communicated through transmission stones.
"What's wrong?" Li Tianming asked.
"This brat is damn stubborn. I used every method I could think of on him in the gourd, but he still won't tell the truth. The key is, he's still incredibly arrogant, deliberately opposing me. He claims that everything we've done will make us pay a price lasting more than ten thousand generations. He mocks us as frogs at the bottom of a well, daring to provoke anyone and everyone, refusing to shed tears until we see the coffin." Lin Xiaodao said unhappily.
"He's already crippled, yet he's still this arrogant?" Li Tianming asked.
"Yes." Lin Xiaodao's voice sank.
"Then there's only one possibility: even knowing that you've reached the Sanctum realm, he still has absolute faith in the coming powerhouses from Myriadpath Valley and the Supreme Realm. He believes those people will definitely crush us." Li Tianming's voice was equally grave.
"Exactly! That's what gives me a headache. The strength of the