Song Qingshu actually had a simpler way to force Li Qingluo to talk: the Soul Transfer technique. Surely Li Qingluo would then tell him everything she knew. The reason he had gone through so much trouble, using every possible threat and inducement, was largely because he did not want to expose his trump card.
After all, as the White Lotus Holy Mother, Li Qingluo's knowledge and experience far surpassed those of ordinary people. It would be difficult to hide the fact that he had used the Soul Transfer technique on her, and Song Qingshu was not the sort of man who could ruthlessly destroy a flower. He could not bring himself to kill someone to silence her.
Moreover, Song Qingshu had watched plenty of superpower dramas in his previous life and knew that even abilities capable of reading minds directly had ways to counter them. If everyone learned that he knew the Soul Transfer technique, they would be on guard, and its effectiveness would likely be greatly diminished.
As the saying went, water could carry a boat, but it could also overturn it. Song Qingshu feared that relying too heavily on the Soul Transfer technique would eventually lead to his downfall because of it. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never use it.
Yet he had never expected Li Qingluo to reveal such explosive news. It nearly made him use the Soul Transfer technique to determine whether she was telling the truth.
"Yue Fei is your uncle by marriage?" Song Qingshu's expression was exceedingly strange. In his previous life, Yue Fei had been a hero revered by all, someone lofty and sacred beyond reach. Learning now that he was Li Qingluo's uncle by marriage suddenly made him seem a little more human, as though the distance between them had narrowed considerably.