Bam—
Ye Qingxian casually flung the man aside as if tossing out trash, and the person in charge slammed into the ground.
Heavenly Sword Venerable was in seclusion.
On Heavenly Sword Peak, she was the one in charge.
She controlled the defensive formation, so no one could know what had happened.
"Ugh."
The person in charge spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I only saw that she was young, so I thought I'd bully her a little."
Ye Qingxian said nothing. A phantom hand seized the person in charge by the head.
She forcibly searched his soul.
An endless tide of spiritual sense surged inside. The power of her soul utterly suppressed him; he couldn't possibly keep any secrets.
The result left Ye Qingxian stunned.
Deep within the person in charge's soul, she had touched a complex restriction. Forcibly searching his soul to examine his memories would trigger the restriction to self-destruct.
She carefully examined the restriction deep within his soul. It seemed to have no connection whatsoever to Heavenly Sword Venerable.
Could she have guessed wrong?
Ye Qingxian stood in a pool of blood and took out a whip covered in barbs.
Crack—
In the darkness,
the person in charge kept howling on the ground.
No matter how Ye Qingxian tortured him, even resorting to the technique of slicing off flesh one strip at a time, the answer remained the same.
He had acted on a whim. In the end, he'd contacted someone else with a Sound Transmission Talisman simply to indulge in the perverse pleasure of showing off.
Ye Qingxian looked at the bloodied figure on the ground and tossed him a Sound Transmission Talisman. "This is the talisman you used this morning, right? I know you're the only one left in your whole clan, so you're not