"I'm merely the junior leader of the Xiao family. The decision to form an alliance is such a crucial matter, naturally, it should be made by the clan leader and the elders. Thus, I don't know why they chose the Tang Clan." Even though he was pointing towards Mi Shen's forehead, Xiao Qi seemed rather amicable, his face laden with a smile. "Junior Leader Mi, could you tell me where the Formation Eye of South Ridge's grand formation is located, how to activate and deactivate it, and the extent of its defensive power?"
Only then did Mi Shen realise why he was still alive; the enemy was attempting to coax the secret of South Ridge's grand formation out of him. He sneered immediately, "In your dreams, I would rather die..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a torrential spiritual power began to pour from his forehead into his brain through Xiao Qi's fingertip, feeling like countless sharp needles piercing. Mi Shen fainted on the spot.
