Yu Feng pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "No. These two kept their mouths tighter than iron. They insisted there was only a transaction between them."
"How about... using the Soul-Searching Art?" Lu Chen suggested tentatively.
"You brat, have you spent so long with the Rakshasa Cult that you've picked up their wicked streak too?" Yu Feng snorted. "A secret art that directly destroys someone's soul—do you think it can be used whenever you please? Besides, if you could think of it, do you think they couldn't? They may well have prepared secret arts specifically to counter soul-searching."
"Yes, yes, Your Excellency is right to lecture me," Lu Chen hurriedly replied.
Of course, he knew that Yu Feng, as an official, would never abuse torture.
But those words reminded him—everyone knew how formidable the Soul-Searching Art was, so naturally, there were methods specifically designed to guard against it.
"Then... how does the City Lord intend to handle this? Is there anything this junior can help with?"
Yu Feng shook his head. "Not for now. We'll close the case first. But..." His tone shifted, and he gave Lu Chen a meaningful look. "Since you said there are no other clues, then stick to that story. Don't suddenly come up with some 'new discovery' one day."
Lu Chen's heart stirred, but a smile bloomed across his face. "Rest assured, sir. You know what I'm like. Whatever I know, I will certainly report truthfully."
"Good. Then let this matter end here. No need to keep worrying about it."
"Yes."
After a brief silence, Yu Feng seemed to recall something and spoke again. "Come to think of it, what exactly was going on between you and Zhao Wanliang just now?
"Have your wings grown hard now, kid? Can't stand anyone pointing a