Ye Qingchen's eyes flickered with a hint of fierceness, his grip suddenly tightened, the servant only felt his neck being clamped by an iron-like hand, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
He opened his mouth desperately trying to inhale, but he simply could not catch his breath, his eyes filled with pain and despair.
"I'll ask you one more time, where is the side hall?" Ye Qingchen's voice was lower, carrying a suffocating pressure.
His gaze was cold as ice, staring into the servant's eyes as if he could see through his thoughts instantly.
Feeling Ye Qingchen's killing intent, the servant finally collapsed, tears mixed with sweat slid down his face, pleading incoherently, "It's... in the northwest direction... right behind the main hall... Please spare me... I'm telling the truth..."
