"Master, those three people have already been tied up and brought back."
Bing Liangliang tiptoed to the door of the quiet room, her voice tinged with an excitement she couldn't suppress, "Don't worry, Liangliang has read lots and lots of storybooks lately, I'm sure I can pry open their mouths."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing inside the room fell silent instantly.
After a long while.
He sighed and said with a mix of laughter and helplessness:
"These three are almost certainly die-hard loyalists; it's nearly impossible to get any information out of them. And... I only asked you to deal with these three, when did I ever say anything about prying open their mouths? I told you not to go to the Spirit Central Immortal City to look at all those messy things, but you wouldn't listen."
"There's no need to spare their lives."
"Oh~, Liangliang understands."
Bing Liangliang smacked her lips, her little face puffing up unconsciously, disappointment visibly flashing across it.
Thud, thud—
