Although Liu Yu was fairly certain she had neither concealed anything nor lied, he would not let his guard down because of it.
Once he compared her answers with the information Wu Chang extracted, the truth would be plain at a glance.
With that thought, Liu Yu turned to look toward Wu Chang.
Inside the soundproof barrier, Wu Chang was tormenting Feng Guangyou with all manner of methods. This mature, steady Feng Household cultivator, well versed in external affairs, had already been tortured beyond recognition.
Feng Guangyou lay rolling on the ground, his hair disheveled and his body drenched in blood. His torn clothing was stained with blood and dirt, making him look exactly like a wretched prisoner in a dungeon.
Although the soundproof barrier blocked all sound, the movements of his mouth made it clear that his screams and wails had to be loud. The little pain Feng Guanglin had suffered was nothing by comparison.
Who knew where Junior Brother Wu learned these tricks? He certainly had plenty of them, one set after another.
The methods of cultivators were beyond mortal imagination. Even without the proper tools at hand, spells and magical power offered no shortage of ways to torture someone.
Watching Wu Chang's every movement, Liu Yu pondered silently. Junior Brother Wu was different from those "ordinary" disciples in the sect. It seemed he was a man with a story.
Still, it looked as though prying Feng Guangyou's mouth open would take a while longer. Liu Yu did not hurry him, but stood where he was and waited patiently.
By now, all six early Qi Refining cultivators of the Feng Household were dead, including that hot-blooded young cultivator. He lay amid the ruins of the Ancestral Hall, reduced to a headless corpse.
With the deaths of the early