"How many White Dragon Envoys have reached these waters so far?"
"Forty-one!"
"What about the others? When will they arrive?"
"They will all arrive within the next ten days!"
"How many of the Nine Regions Dragon Kings have arrived?"
White Dragon Envoy Quan Bing's expression was wooden and agonized, as though he were a walking corpse. He answered Shi Bei's questions with extreme mechanical precision. Whenever his gaze happened to sweep over the Three-Flower Ghost Ants in Shi Bei's hand, his entire body convulsed violently, and his expression turned incomparably terrified.
In merely one hour—just one hour—a hardened man had been reduced to this state by Shi Bei. He answered every question, blurting out every answer without a moment's thought.
Ye Zhen was deeply astonished.
"Your talisman imprint. Record a copy of your talisman imprint for me." After questioning him for quite some time, Shi Bei made the request Ye Zhen valued most.
"Talisman imprint..."
A flicker of movement appeared in Quan Bing's wooden expression. He seemed to have remembered something and hesitated.
Seeing this, Shi Bei merely sneered. The Three-Flower Ghost Ants crawled out of the bamboo tube, and Quan Bing immediately cried out again, "No, no! I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Quan Bing understood very well what consequences handing this talisman imprint to Ye Zhen would bring. Tears streaming down his face, he recorded his talisman imprint into a blank talisman imprint in extreme agony, then tremblingly handed it to Shi Bei.
He did not want to, but he had no choice!
"What is the name of the Dragon Alliance Leader?"
"I don't know. We only address him as the Alliance Leader!"
"Why has the Dragon Alliance mobilized so heavily to hunt Zheng Fuqu this time?"
"I don't know. I heard it was the Alliance Leader's order..."