Taken In

The purple-robed elder holding the pearl frowned.

What Chu Zhiyuan had said was right. Letting one's thoughts run wild was indeed troublesome.

Noticing the subtle change in his expression, Chu Zhiyuan gave a soft shout. "Who else are your companions? Where are they?"

His voice carried a strange power, containing an aura of light.

Countless thoughts were continuously driven away, leaving the mind tranquil and peaceful.

The gray-robed middle-aged man's expression changed slightly.

The purple-robed elder said in a deep voice, "One is dead. There are nine more companions, likely in a residence somewhere within the city."

He turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan spoke again in that strange voice. "Where is this residence?"

The gray-robed middle-aged man struggled visibly, trying desperately to think of somewhere else so it would not be seen.

The purple-robed elder said in a deep voice, "The fourth courtyard in Bitterwater Alley, near the southwest city gate."

Chu Zhiyuan continued, "Who is behind this?"

The purple-robed elder said, "Tingfeng Pavilion's deputy commander, Qiao Ming!"

The gray-robed middle-aged man glared furiously.

His heart began racing again, his blood flowing faster as he prepared to activate a strange technique and kill himself.

Chu Zhiyuan stepped forward and patted him several times, scattering the gathered blood energy once more. "There's no need for this. Your Yuan Zhen will hear news of your death."

The gray-robed middle-aged man glared at him darkly.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "You and your companions all died at my hands."

The gray-robed middle-aged man sneered.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "This time, we've gotten the answers, but we won't act anytime soon."

The gray-robed middle-aged man's expression froze.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Li Miaotan.

Li Miaotan nodded gently. "We can cast a long line to catch a big fish."

The gray-robed middle-aged man's expression shifted