"Hey, why are you so good at this?!"
Su Ling'er stared at Su Qing, blurting out her complaint in astonishment.
A gray-robed young man hung from the towering green tree before Su Qing.
Slender silver chains ran upward from his ankles, passing through his leg bones, lumbar vertebrae, spine, and shoulder blades before finally emerging at his wrists and pinning him to the tree.
Su Qing asked in a cold, harsh voice, "Where is Fang Xu?"
The man opened his mouth, bloody saliva trickling from its corners to reveal his toothless gums.
"Pah! You dogs of the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy!"
At this, the furrow between Su Qing's brows deepened.
Whether the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy's intelligence network was truly garbage or Su Qing simply had bad luck, the Mission Hall's information had proved faulty twice in a row. Following its leads, the two had gone round and round, digging three feet into the ground without finding so much as a hair, let alone Fang Xu.
Fortunately, heaven never barred every road. Amid these deserted mountain ridges, they encountered a group of Defiled Valley disciples out on an excursion.
Recalling the rumors of Fang Xu's friendship with the Defiled Valley, along with the many Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy students who had died at its hands while training outside, Su Ling'er agreed to Su Qing's proposal to interrogate these disciples.
Neither had held out much hope. They were simply trying their luck. If they could pry Fang Xu's whereabouts from these people, all the better; if not, they would keep looking for someone else.
Su Qing had already ruined six men through interrogation. Unfortunately, they knew nothing. Even when he picked their meridians out from beneath their flesh one by one, he still obtained no news of Fang Xu.
The man