After hearing Jin Zhiyuan's final words, his voice still echoed in Li Yan's mind. Li Yan slowly moved the voice transmission talisman away and, after a long while, finally let out a sigh.
"So many heroes under heaven—this man was one of the outstanding figures of his generation. Even trapped in such a desperate situation, he had remained steadfast and never spoken of defeat!
He truly had no shortage of secrets. No wonder that when he was captured in Haina City, he only begged for a swift death. He must have feared they would use a soul-bewitching art on him and make him reveal such an enormous secret by accident!"
Li Yan could not help muttering to himself.
Of all the cultivators Li Yan had met, this Jin Zhiyuan was a truly towering and upright man. His art of cultivating spirit plants had already reached a miraculous, unfathomable realm.
When he had been captured alive, Su Hong and the others had all been mistaken. He had not been worried about whether he would reveal Huiyan Hall's secrets at all.
Not to mention that he knew little, even if he had known everything, he would not have minded revealing it.
The only secrets he had truly worried about were those concerning his family's safety. That was the foundation he refused to yield.
Li Yan himself was a grandmaster of alchemy, yet he reckoned that he did not even recognize thirty percent of the spirit plants under heaven. Jin Zhiyuan likely recognized at least fifty percent, perhaps even more.
More importantly, the man possessed such formidable perseverance that he had forcibly cultivated corpse gu grass. That required not only an obsession that would not die until death, but also profound knowledge of spirit plants.
Li Yan did not doubt the several matters