"I don't know..." The old woman's soul was bound to a pitch-black iron pillar, her body shackled with chains made of a special metal.
These were all methods once used by the Hall of Souls, yet now they were being used on a Hun Clan Member.
"You don't know?" Xiao Wu sneered, lashing the Soul Whip in his hand viciously across the old woman's body again.
"If you can't give me a proper explanation today, I'll scatter your soul to the winds!"
"I really don't fucking know!" the old woman wailed.
"When the Hun Clan was defeated back then, a Saint from your Xiao Clan gravely wounded me. I only escaped disaster thanks to the World Soul Stone. Who knew I'd run into a Half-Saint from your Xiao Clan the moment I came out?"
"A Half-Saint?" Xiao Wu narrowed his eyes and lashed her again.
"I misspoke! A Saint! A Saint!!!"
The old woman hastily corrected herself, and only then did Xiao Wu's expression ease a little.
"And what happened with Yun Potian?"
"When I was fleeing back then, I deliberately hid the World Soul Stone inside a rock. Later, while Yun Potian was traveling through the Central Plains, he sensed something unusual about that rock and kept it.
"But afterward, he somehow suffered grievous injuries and passed away sitting atop that rock. Before his death, he also discovered the World Soul Stone's unusual properties, and his soul fell into it."
The old woman's voice sounded weak.
"So that's what happened." Xiao Wu nodded. The young master had become far too involved with that little broken sect lately. As his Guardian Daoist, Xiao Wu still had to keep an eye on the small sect.
"So you truly have no news of the Hun Clan Remnants?"
"You'd better think carefully. Once