After the young man left, Ye Lin lowered his head and looked at the three figures below.
"Raise your heads."
Ye Lin tapped the table and said coldly.
The three slowly raised their heads—two women and one man.
The young man was filthy and disheveled, staring fixedly at Ye Lin with eyes full of hatred.
The other two women were not much better off.
Their clothes were torn to shreds, revealing broad swathes of snowy white skin across their chests—a rather fine sight.
But Ye Lin had no interest in admiring it.
"You weren't captured by me, nor were you tortured by me. I never killed any of your family members either, so why are you looking at me like that?"
Sensing the intense hatred in their gazes, Ye Lin frowned slightly before speaking coldly.
"Pah, lackey."
One of the women spat at Ye Lin and cursed under her breath.
The others also looked at Ye Lin with icy expressions.
"Tsk, do you really think I have such a good temper?"
Ye Lin said coldly, then reached toward one of them.
Since questioning would get him nowhere, he would use Soul Search.
"You want to use Soul Search? Impossible. Restrictions have been placed in all our minds. Let alone you—even a quasi-Saint powerhouse wouldn't be able to search our souls."
Seeing Ye Lin's movement, the young man who had remained silent all this time burst into laughter.
Ye Lin frowned and stopped what he was doing.
These three definitely knew something.
But what they said made some sense.
If their souls could be searched, all their companions would have been captured long ago. Otherwise, how could they have kept the city guards chasing them for so long?
Even quasi-Saints could not search their souls?
That meant the one who had