"Could he be from the Inspectorate?"
Chen Xuan's heart was instantly filled with fear.
The Inspectorate, a group notorious for killing without batting an eye, was the biggest executioner among the many sects wiped out in Great Xia.
"What to do? What to do?"
His mind raced at lightning speed. Escape was impossible, but what excuse could possibly convince him?
Suppressing the mounting pressure, he struggled to speak, "Sir, I don't know any sect! The Martial Cultivation Technique was passed to me by my master, and as for Spirit Cultivation, I got it last time from a member of the Loyal Army I killed."
The tremendous pressure left Chen Xuan with no other choice.
Moreover, the pressure was increasing, leaving him no time to think.
He could only tell the truth, leaving out just the mention of the old master.
"Who is your master? Where is he?"
Xuan Er increased the pressure, and at this moment, Chen Xuan felt like he was being buried in the ground.
