A brief few minutes of torture later, Bai Zhutian was all but ready to spill his guts.
"W-W-Wait… please… stop… I'll tell you everything…"
"Fufu, how easy it would've been if you just agreed to tell the truth from the very beginning…" Fu Mei giggled, before leaning away and returning to Xuan's side.
The scariest part was, she hadn't even done anything mildly intimidating to hurt Bai Zhutian in any way. All she'd done was look into his eyes—and apparently, being able to inflict tremendous trauma and Soul damage just by doing that was a technique of hers. Personally, Xuan did not feel like experiencing that first-hand.
"It's pointless," Zi Xiruo interjected, eyes closed and an air of utter disinterest to her. "Even if he didn't talk, I'd be able to tell what happened. You can rest assured—although the two of us may be past acquaintances, I have no qualms with you, and do not plan on saving a traitor."
