Ye Weiming's Trump Card

After delivering that torrent of harsh words, Ye Weiming's expression eased slightly. He asked in a deep voice, "Do you two masters agree with what I have said?"

"Amitabha! If I do not descend into hell, who will?" Master Xuan Ku pressed his palms together. After reciting a Buddhist invocation, he decisively said, "Young Hero Ye's reprimand is correct. This humble monk has learned his lesson."

"Ask whatever you wish to know, Young Hero. This humble monk guarantees that I will tell you everything I know without holding anything back."

As he spoke, he glanced at the young novice monk attending him. "Qingsong also witnessed what happened that day. If there are any omissions in my account, Young Hero Ye may ask him. After all, he only gave those explanations under my instructions. This karmic retribution shall naturally be borne by this humble monk and will not fall upon him."

This Xuan Ku truly regarded so-called "karmic retribution" as far more important than his own life.

Ye Weiming gently shook his head. "What I wish to ask concerns the villain's martial arts style, the nature of his internal energy, and many other details. Even if he witnessed it firsthand, he likely would not be able to explain them clearly. It would be better for Master Xuan Ku to answer personally."

"First question: when did Master Xuan Ku suffer the other party's sneak attack?"

That one question took nearly half an hour.

During that time, Ye Weiming asked almost every question he could think of related to the case in one go, but the answers he received were few and far between.

After all, Xuan Ku truly did not know the murderer, and his ability to describe things was genuinely poor.

There was simply no way for Ye Weiming to form