Shi Cangyue had originally been brimming with confidence, but after three days and three nights of interrogating Su Lingxi, that confidence was crumbling bit by bit.
Neither physical torment nor mental torture had any effect on Su Lingxi. She seemed to have lost her soul, nothing more than a breathing lump of flesh. No method worked on her.
By the end, the interrogation had become a contest on the spiritual level.
Shi Cangyue lost.
After listening to his master Shi Cangyue's account, Zhang Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Master, can you let me have a chat with Su Lingxi?"
Shi Cangyue raised his head and glanced at him. After thinking it over, he nodded.
He truly had no other options. He had completely lost confidence on the spiritual front. As for whether Zhang Yu's chat would be of any use, Shi Cangyue held no hope at all.
Su Lingxi had been moved out of Phoenix Tower City by Shi Cangyue and placed in a Shi Family farmstead thirty li away.
That night, Shi Cangyue brought Zhang Yu to the farmstead's vegetable cellar.
Inside the cellar, Su Lingxi was covered in blood and barely clinging to life.
Shi Cangyue did not come down. Zhang Yu was alone.
Zhang Yu looked at Su Lingxi, who was bound to a wooden stake with iron chains as thick as fingers, but he did not speak immediately.
He had been contemplating a question.
Why had Su Lingxi come to Phoenix Tower City to temper her heart amid the mortal world?
Couldn't she have done it in the Eastern Sea Islands?
Martial cultivation in the Eastern Sea Islands was a level above that of the Western Desolate Continent. At the very least, there were martial artists of the upper three realms there.
Why had