"You're bullshitting again?!"
Ren Ye looked at the Storyteller with disgust and deliberately provoked him. "A person's Divine Soul holds countless private secrets. Even a child who's just attained enlightenment couldn't accept having their Divine Soul viewed, let alone a powerful, deranged old monster! Seriously, if you keep feeding me these earth-shattering lies, I'm going to report you...!"
"This really isn't a lie."
The Storyteller waved a hand slightly. "He may be mad, but I have unusual techniques specifically for soothing a Divine Soul and immersing it. I can tell him a story and draw him into it until he can't pull himself out. With a little guidance, I can make him drop his guard against me completely and recall everything that happened that night. This is an innate advantage unique to Storytellers. It's perfectly normal that a little stray dog like you can't understand it."
Ren Ye ignored the mockery and merely frowned. "Are you really confident you can get the truth out of Zhou Taozhi? I'm telling you, we really can't kill anyone this time... we have to go in quietly and leave quietly. If there's another murder, and at the Enlightenment Academy at that, I reckon even the four clan patriarchs will have to go work the streets... on night patrol."
"As long as I can get inside the Enlightenment Academy, I'm confident I can make Zhou Taozhi tell the truth," the Storyteller replied confidently. "But getting in... is harder than making him talk. There are too many teachers at the academy, as well as a whole crowd of powerful students staying overnight. Once they react, we won't have any chance of escaping."
"Besides, although Zhou Taozhi's gone mad, he hasn't forgotten his interests. I hear the courtyard he lives in is strange too. Not quite normal...!"