Facing Han Wu's icy gaze, the teacher suddenly stopped feeling the pain brought by the chill ghostfire.
"Although I attacked classmate Qin Shuang, I didn't cause any harm. Please, for the sake of my being a teacher at Imperial Capital Academy, spare me. I promise I will never appear before you again!" Faced with life and death, the teacher chose to beg for mercy.
Seeing that the teacher still seemed to harbor a trace of wishful thinking, Han Wu's expression darkened further.
"You caused no harm only because I was here. That excuse does nothing to lessen your crime!"
"I truly know I was wrong. I really won't do it again..." The teacher continued begging, but as he pleaded—
The agony of chill ghostfire searing his soul surged up again, making him let out a piercing howl he could not endure.
"Looks like I can't get any useful information out of you either." Han Wu spoke in a low voice and turned his gaze toward Jingjing.
Jingjing understood what Han Wu meant. She placed a fair, jade-like hand on the teacher's head and gave it a hard tug.
Under the might of Soul Divine Authority, Jingjing tore half of the teacher's soul from his body and tossed it to Han Wu.
Han Wu used his reincarnation ability and directly cast half of the teacher's soul into the underworld he had created.
Though work within the underworld was busy, everything remained orderly.
The arrival of a Main God's soul did not draw any onlookers.
The soul bodies guarding the underworld skillfully extracted that half of the soul, stripping away every memory contained within it.
Han Wu went straight for the important parts and reviewed them.
In the end, he found nothing useful.
The teacher's memories contained only chat logs between him