"Oh? Can we talk properly now?"
After going back and forth several times, Qin He extinguished the Southern Ming Li Fire at his fingertips and said leisurely, "That was faster than I expected."
"You... you bear the name of an immortal, yet you bully an old man with such vicious methods." Seeing Qin He withdraw the flames, the Star Tide Old Demon regained a bit of its nerve.
"Thank you for the compliment, but you're still talking too much."
"Aah!!"
The Star Tide Old Demon screamed again and again.
"I ask, you answer. Hesitation and nonsense are just you bringing suffering upon yourself. Of course, you can choose to hold out to the bitter end. I have plenty of patience to play with you." Qin He laid out the rules plainly.
"This old man... this old man would rather..."
"Aah!!"
"You want to undergo Self-Destruction? Go right ahead. I certainly won't stop you. If you can't do it, then answer obediently."
"First question. What is your name?" Qin He asked, knowingly conducting a test of obedience.
"My name is..." The Star Tide Old Demon hesitated for an instant.
"Aah!!"
Then, naturally enough, Qin He rewarded it with another round of torture.
"My name is Lian Xinglan." This time, the Star Tide Old Demon finally did not hesitate.
As a spirit body, it simply could not bear the pain of being scorched by the Southern Ming Li Fire.
This was the most direct torment from the deepest reaches of its consciousness, a hundred times worse than anything inflicted upon flesh.
"See? Isn't this much better? Second question: where did you come from?"
"Black Wind Mountain, Black Wind Mountain!" This time, the Star Tide Old Demon answered at once.
"Aah!!"
Yet what it received was Qin He's utterly merciless torture once again.