"I-I..."
"Well, well, your mouth's pretty tough, kid. Old Zhang, Old Zhou, let's turn up the heat!"
"You think we're giving you face? Let me tell you, Brother Mo's patience is limited! The moment he opens his eyes, he kills!"
"Kidding. Brother Mo never closed his eyes at all. You'd better confess fast and spare yourself some physical suffering!"
"Why do we look more and more like villains?"
Watching Jinlin's actions, Chen Tian couldn't help twitching at the corner of his mouth as he spoke helplessly.
Though what they were doing was an act of justice, why did the whole scene feel a little off? Every last one of them was acting like a villain—what was going on?
"You've already cultivated the demonic path. Did you expect us to be great, good people?" Mo Shang shrugged and rolled his eyes at Chen Tian.
"Uh, makes sense..."
Chen Tian wore a stunned expression. Thinking it over carefully, that really was the case. Falling Cloud Sect had no shortage of scheming old foxes, but there simply weren't any great, good people.
After the three gave him a round of "friendly greetings," the True Heaven Sect disciple swiftly went from a handsome young man to a pig-headed mess.
Yet even so, he still hadn't confessed a single word...
"Brother Mo, this kid's still a tough bone. He didn't say a single word." Jinlin rubbed his aching fists and looked at Mo Shang.
But in the very next moment, before Mo Shang could speak, the True Heaven Sect disciple's aggrieved voice rang out:
"You wanted me to confess, but you had to ask first! If you don't ask, how am I supposed to know what you want to hear? Who interrogates people like this?! Wuwuwu..."
Hearing this, Jinlin looked blankly at Zhang Tianming and