A monster?
Qin Ran had never imagined anyone would use that name for Sister Mony.
Her kindness and compassion were plain for all to see.
More importantly, the old nun seemed to have no intention of denying it.
Could it be...
Narrowing his eyes at the agitated impostor, Qin Ran instinctively began to form a few suspicions.
Still, he knew what he needed to do.
"Don't move!"
Qin Ran spoke coldly and shoved the impostor back into the chair as he tried to lunge at the old nun.
Thud!
The dull impact of the impostor's body against the solid stone chair failed to conceal the sharp cracks of bones being forced out of place.
Pain flashed across the impostor's face.
Qin Ran had considerable control over the force he used.
He could keep someone in excruciating pain while avoiding any fatal injuries.
That was precisely what an interrogation required.
Even though the old nun had asked to conduct this interrogation herself, Qin Ran did not mind giving her a little help.
The old nun gave Qin Ran a slight nod of thanks for his assistance.
Then she focused all her attention on the impostor.
"Where are you from?"
The old nun asked.
The impostor said nothing, merely sneering.
His laugh brimmed with mockery and disdain.
The old nun watched him and continued speaking.
"You mentioned 'snakes' just now, used snakes as a 'punishment,' and enjoyed sucking out brains and devouring human flesh... are you one of the Snake Herders?"
"If you're a Snake Herder, there should be three sects!"
"Elind, Silind, and Moyad. Which one do you belong to?"
After naming the three utterly unfamiliar sects, the old nun watched the impostor's expression.
He remained unmoved.
The discovery of his secret and those three unfamiliar names seemed to mean nothing