The moment he heard the words "Feng Wu," Shen An's heart, which had remained anxious ever since he was locked up, immediately sank into despair.
Sure enough, the trouble had come from one of those great family scions.
He instantly went limp and collapsed to the floor. "My lord... my lord, spare me..."
"I'm only asking you this: are those two pieces of Feng Wu's flesh still around?"
Fang Che asked. This matter was crucial.
"That meat... it's been gone for ages..."
Shen An was nearly in tears. "My lord, whenever anyone gets this kind of meat, they never let it stay overnight..."
"Wonderful."
Fang Che shook his head. "You even dared to eat a young master of the Feng Family."
Under Fang Che's threats and intimidation, Shen An sobbed as he confessed everything. Fang Che's soul-stabilizing spiritual power was more than enough to keep a nobody like Shen An from daring to tell even a single lie.
After interrogating Shen An, he questioned the other people as well.
Fang Che's expression turned grim.
Because he discovered one thing: this was widespread. It existed among the Corpse Collectors in every city and every prison of the Sole True Sect.
And those waiting to eat it covered an even larger area, practically the entire territory of the Sole True Sect.
Even far too many medium and small families were secretly involved.
They obtained it, processed some of it, chopped it up, wrapped it in Dumplings, or made meatballs out of it. In any case, many of the people who ate it did not even know they were eating human flesh.
They only felt that their cultivation had increased greatly after eating it.
The extent of its spread was horrifying. If all these people were truly "annihilated and killed to the last