"Ready to tell the truth now?"
Ye Fan paid no heed to Lu Yan's wails, staring at him with a demon-like sneer.
"I'll talk, I'll talk! Untie me already!"
Lu Yan continued begging through agonized cries. The pain in his legs was like having every meridian twisted into dead knots before being forcibly torn apart. It hurt so badly that tears streamed from his eyes, and he nearly fainted.
With contempt, Ye Fan pointed at his knee, sending a mysterious force from his finger through the air.
In an instant, all pain vanished from Lu Yan's legs. Yet replacing it was the complete loss of sensation below his knees, as if his lower legs had ceased to exist.
This left him utterly astounded by Ye Fan's acupoint-striking technique, filling his heart with shock and admiration.
Without thinking much of it, he took the loss of feeling in his legs as an aftereffect of relieving that excruciating pain, something that would ease after he had time to adjust.
Having witnessed Ye Fan's methods, Lu Yan no longer dared remain stubbornly defiant. Trembling, he began to recount everything.
"Most of what I said before was false. The truth is like this..."
Lu Yan laid out every detail of how he had brought Lu Feng into the Ghost Triangle Domain. The more he spoke, the more frightened he became. At first, his suspicions had not seemed like much, but as he retraced everything now, he finally realized just how terrifying Lu Feng's scheming had been—pretending to be weak every step of the way.
The laughable part was that the three older men had taken him for a greenhorn fresh from the mountains, each one smugly believing he had him figured out.
By now, Ye Fan and Tang Yuan had basically confirmed that the