A moment later.
After Chen Yunjie returned to the cell, he looked dejected and deliberately avoided Lin Bai's gaze.
At that moment, Lin Bai knew... Chen Yunjie had probably told them everything.
Lin Bai sighed inwardly. He had originally intended to keep the secret and spend more time maneuvering with Madam Qianrou.
That way, he could coax more secrets out of Madam Qianrou.
But he had never expected... Lin Bai could keep his mouth shut, but others were different.
Especially someone like Chen Yunjie, a young master from a great lineage. He had rarely endured trials of life and death, and when faced with a few words of intimidation from an enemy, he often confessed everything.
Lin Bai had analyzed this before... This was the drawback of families and sects "raising their disciples in captivity."
Families and sects placed too much importance on martial talent and cultivation. As a result, the prodigies they "raised in captivity" and painstakingly nurtured often possessed only cultivation and strength, with little in the way of brains—and even less social experience.
Flowers raised in a greenhouse had never seen wind or sun. At the slightest rumble of thunder or patter of rain, those delicate blossoms would bow their heads.
"How much did you tell them?" Seeing Chen Yunjie's guilty expression, Lin Bai had already guessed that he had confessed. He asked, "How much did you tell them?"
"I..." Chen Yunjie sat guiltily and shamefacedly in the corner. "I'm sorry, Wolf Marquis. They said they could give me back my freedom, so I..."
Lin Bai had no mind to blame Chen Yunjie and asked again, "How much did you tell them?"
"I told them everything, but not 'everything.'" Chen Yunjie hesitated. "I told her that you were the Holy Son of Tianshui Sect and also a