The white-haired old man's lips trembled, his eyes filled with pain and despair.
But Elder Spirit Charm ignored him.
Hum...
A layer of black light shone around her hand, surging out like a tide and burrowing into the white-haired old man's skull, churning wantonly through his sea of consciousness.
The white-haired old man immediately closed his eyes. He lay utterly still, as though dead, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest.
Elder Spirit Charm narrowed her eyes and continued searching for traces within her senior brother's vast sea of consciousness.
Her spiritual sense spread like a finely woven net, scouring every corner of his sea of consciousness without overlooking a single place where information might be concealed.
Three double-hours later.
Elder Spirit Charm had found nothing.
She withdrew her spiritual sense, frowning slightly, but refused to give up.
"Whew..."
Elder Spirit Charm drew a deep breath and intensified the soul search once more, driving her spiritual sense deeper into the white-haired old man's sea of consciousness to seek out fragments of memory that might have been deliberately hidden.
As the soul search intensified, blood began flowing from the white-haired old man's seven orifices.
Dark red blood slowly seeped from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, dripping down his cheeks and staining his gray prison garb.
Elder Spirit Charm turned a blind eye to it, not even furrowing her brow.
Another double-hour passed.
The white-haired old man was covered in blood, his face growing as pale as a sheet of paper.
His breathing had become so faint that it seemed it might cease at any moment.
Yet Elder Spirit Charm still showed no intention of stopping.
Finally, after confirming that she could find no more useful information, Elder Spirit Charm withdrew her hand.
She glanced at her dying