Senior Brother Zhao, you really are unlucky.
Inside the All-Heaven Department Interrogation Room, Lu Yang looked at Zhao Xuhe, who was suspended in midair on a hook, barely clinging to life and clearly beaten countless times, then let out a sigh.
Zhao Xuhe was quite pitiful too.
After parting ways with Lu Yang, he had been doing perfectly well in the Dao Court. Then, during a routine drill, he accidentally exposed the Nine Transformations Dragon-Transformation Formula that he was now primarily cultivating.
Then everything changed. The All-Heaven Department arrested him that very day, requested authorization, and then experts of every stripe took turns stepping up. They started with a round of the Great Memory Restoration Art and opened with, "Are you going to talk or not?" Before Zhao Xuhe could even react, he had been beaten senseless. You never even asked me anything!
But he was, after all, a Sacred Sect Disciple.
After learning that the Dao Court wanted the Nine Transformations Dragon-Transformation Formula yet had not directly searched his soul, apparently wary of something, he clenched his teeth and held firm.
No matter how you restore my memories, I just can't remember.
Because he had thought it through clearly:
If I tell them, I'm definitely dead! If I don't, they can't get what they want, and I might still have a chance. After all, I'm the only one who knows the Nine Transformations Dragon-Transformation Formula!
Just then, the cell door opened.
Zhao Xuhe raised his head and saw a young man with prominent horns. His aura surged like a vast sea, seeming even more terrifying than his own master.
However, similar people had come over the past few days. Zhao Xuhe took a deep breath and said weakly, "You don't need to waste any more effort. I won't say