The goat demon's physical body had been killed, and I nailed its soul to the ground.
It kept letting out miserable goat-like bleats of "Baa, baa, baa"...
The noise annoyed me, so I walked over and kicked it in the goat's mouth.
"Shut the hell up! Baa, baa, baa—aren't you annoying enough already?"
The goat demon looked aggrieved and terrified. I had killed it, Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud had pinned its thigh down, and even its cries had earned it a beating and scolding.
But the advantage was mine, so it could only obey.
Suppressing its pain, the goat demon trembled as it spoke.
"D-Daoist... y-you've already taken my life. Sp-spare me..."
I did not answer immediately, nor did I look at it.
Instead, I took out a cigarette, slowly put it between my lips, and lit it.
The only sound was the faint sizzle of tobacco burning as I lit it.
Everyone watched me, waiting for me to speak.
I was not doing this to show off.
I wanted to use this invisible pressure to crush the goat demon's psychological defenses.
Only then could I get the information and intelligence I wanted from its mouth.
Asking too urgently or too soon would not necessarily get results.
It was not until a minute later that I finally spoke slowly.
"Letting you go isn't impossible. But you'd better think carefully before answering my next questions."
Throughout that minute, the goat demon had stared straight at me.
Its body would not stop trembling. The look in its eyes and its physical reaction came from instinctive fear.
Now that I had spoken, it immediately replied.
"Baa! I-I'll answer, Daoist. I'll answer anything you ask, as long as you let me go... let me go.
"Even... even if I have to leave White Mist Mountain.