If you didn't believe him, fine, but shouldn't an interrogator at least ask a few more questions?
If you wouldn't ask, fine, but making the prisoner question you instead-what the hell was that?
Jiang You'er had imagined that one day he would be exposed and fall into the hands of the righteous path... no, Shi Chun was righteous his ass. He could accept calling Situ Gu righteous, but to him, Shi Chun was nothing more than a petty lackey of some crooked, sinister path.
Being interrogated by someone with such low cultivation was a humiliation.
As a follower of the Demonic Path, he had considered being interrogated after his capture and thought about how to withstand brutal questioning. But he had never imagined that an actual interrogation would look like this.
None of the methods of resistance or mental preparations he had envisioned had proved useful. His psychological defenses had been thrown into disarray at once.
Now, he had suddenly seen the light. He no longer cared about the Demonic Path's methods of punishing traitors, which were more terrifying than death. He wanted to change sides, to join the righteous path, and was desperate to confess, yet the other man actually refused to believe him.
He could understand not being readily believed, but surely the man ought to explain why. They could clear up their differences through communication.
Yet this bastard was brandishing the chicken feather Situ Gu had given him as an imperial command arrow. It was simply outrageous.
He had already decided to defect, yet his cultivation was draining away at an alarming rate. His anxiety was easy to imagine.
Helpless, and desperate to reduce his losses first, he dared not hesitate for an instant and hastily changed his story again. "I admit it. I belong to the