A private room in the Embroidered Silk Courtyard.
Liu Wei's psychological defenses had completely collapsed. He knew perfectly well that the Yin Soul's existence was irrefutable evidence. Once it was handed over to Heavenly Radiance Temple, the words "They killed each other; Liu Wei ran" alone would be enough to sentence him to death a hundred times over. Even protection from the Mess Hall Army's senior officers would be fucking useless.
After all, the incident had taken place in the Divine Court's underground Treasury. The location was simply too sensitive. Add in the absurd amount of star source recorded in the accounts and words like "killed each other," and this was absolutely something the temple could not tolerate-at least not openly.
Liu Wei felt utterly unlucky and dejected. He simply could not understand why, with so many people at the scene, that damned Yin Soul had only remembered him running away, and had even fucking named him.
But things had come to this, so he could only do his best to maneuver and cooperate. He also hoped that this Monk Zhenyi before him was a decent man who would show a little mercy and let him get through this.
Ren Ye was certainly a veteran interrogator. A brief observation of Liu Wei's expression was enough for him to roughly guess what was going through the man's mind. He changed tack again and reassured him, "Brother Liu Wei, let me put it this way. As long as you weren't the one who ultimately pocketed the Treasury's star source... there's no need for this humble monk to stupidly offend your Mess Hall Army. I'm auditing accounts, not investigating a crime. There's a very big difference between the two. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Lord Zhenyi, I can swear to the Heavenly