An imposing aura washed over the insect Soul Master, making his whole body jolt and tremble uncontrollably.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. With that thought, he answered Jiang Mo meekly, "S-sir, ask whatever you like! I'll tell you everything I know and hold nothing back!"
"No principles whatsoever."
Little Ya scoffed from the side.
The insect Soul Master glared at Little Ya. Seeing that, Jiang Mo grabbed his head and slammed it against the vines. "Who gave you permission to look at her like that?"
Jiang Mo's question was ice-cold, and he did not ease the force of his grip in the slightest.
The insect Soul Master could no longer speak. He felt as though his head had lost its balance in an instant, his ears ringing so badly that he could not even tell whether he was alive or dead.
"Uncle Jiang Mo, if you keep that up, we won't have anyone alive to question." Little Ya reached out and patted his arm in reminder.
Jiang Mo gave a soft snort and withdrew his hand. "You bully the weak and cower before the strong. Look at her like that again, and I'll gouge out your eyeballs. You don't need eyes to talk, after all!"
"..."
For a moment, Little Ya suddenly felt that Jiang Mo was rather reassuring to have around.
"Yes, yes, sir! I won't look at this little girl carelessly again! I'll keep my eyes in check!"
Only after Jiang Mo withdrew his oppressive aura did the insect Soul Master recover his senses. He hurriedly crawled to Jiang Mo's feet to beg for mercy, not daring to lift his head for fear that Jiang Mo would pin it down again the moment he did.
"Get away from me! Don't come