Ye Jian gripped the man's jaw, his blade edging closer.
The man's pupils reflected the blade. After enduring hours of torture, both his body and spirit exhausted, he finally broke down, crying out, "I'll talk. I'll say everything."
The man in the main seat scoffed, "No tears until you see the coffin."
With a wave of his hand, Ye Jian put away his dagger and backed off.
The man slowly said, "But I have one condition, spare my family. They are innocent, or I swear I'd rather die than let you off."
"That depends on your sincerity."
The man paused, then continued, "Twelve years ago, Ji Chang betrayed Master Wen. Over the years, he has hidden a lot of evidence. He took the evidence to Jingdu, Master Wen pursued him, captured his son to threaten him, but the intel was wrong, and they captured the wrong child..."
Man started to cough violently. In the silent room, his coughing sounded particularly harsh.
