The lively celebration at the Chen Residence for the birth of a daughter came to an end.
The winds of the Heavenly Court could shift in an instant. The Discipline Inspection Court had brought Lu Siji in, but the affair was far from over.
The fellow was a Golden Immortal, after all. Once arrested, he was locked in Private Room No. 1. The accommodations were quite decent: he had not been tortured, and they had even let him remain fully dressed.
He was, after all, a fourth-rank Immortal Official.
Until he was sentenced to death, he still had to be afforded the dignity due his station.
In truth, Pang Long had long since dug to the bottom of Lu Siji's dirty dealings in the Mortal Realm. He had even made more than a dozen copies of the footage in the Recording Stone. There was scarcely any need for a detailed interrogation; the Censorate already knew everything it needed to know.
But rules were rules. They needed a confession.
Lu Siji, however, was remarkably stubborn. He had spent years clawing his way through the Heavenly Court's bureaucracy, after all, and had once been a Golden Immortal at the height of his influence.
No matter how Pang Long and Xiao Yan baited him with words, threatened him, or offered inducements, he clung stubbornly to a single answer.
Now, facing the several statements Xiao Yan had slapped onto the table, Lu Siji leaned back in his chair, spread his hands, and wore an utterly indifferent expression.
"There's no need to say any more. I know nothing whatsoever."
"You really won't talk?"
Xiao Yan's brows drew together as he threatened, "Lord Lu, confess. There's no need to take the fall for anyone. Do you really think keeping your mouth shut will let you muddle