Deep beneath Star-Magnetic Peak lay the Mystic Division's most secret interrogation chamber. Its walls and floor were cast entirely from spirit-sealing black iron, covered in intricate runes that suppressed spiritual power and isolated the divine soul. The chamber was dim, lit only by the deathly pale glow of a few coldglow stones embedded in the walls.
Shadow Fox was bound to the central torture rack by several chains as thick as a child's arm, their surfaces flickering with star-magnetic runes. These chains not only sealed all his spiritual power but constantly released a faint electric current that eroded his divine soul, keeping him painfully conscious at every moment. His trademark slickness and composure had long since vanished, leaving only a deathly pale face twisted by fear and torment.
Han Li did not conduct the interrogation himself. Instead, he watched quietly through a one-way crystal wall. Black Bear and Bamboo Viper led the questioning. One looked vicious, radiating a murderous aura; the other had eyes as cold as a venomous snake's. Both were old subordinates Han Li had brought out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Chaotic Star Sea. Well versed in all manner of methods, they were ideally suited to dealing with a slippery middleman like Shadow Fox.
"Shadow Fox. Your name, your origins, and who ordered you to contact Wang Lun of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, pass along intelligence, and plan the attack?" Black Bear's voice rolled like muffled thunder through the sealed chamber, carrying a force that shook the divine soul.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about... I'm just an errand runner. I take odd jobs... Aaargh!" Shadow Fox had barely begun to argue when Bamboo Viper flicked a finger. A green needle of spiritual power, fine as an ox's