"Ptooey—"
Liu Lan Yi spat calmly, spraying a mouthful of bloody spittle all over Gong Ye's face.
Gong Ye didn't get angry. Instead, a smile crept onto his face.
"It's been years, and you're as stubborn as ever."
He looked Liu Lan Yi up and down, forced to marvel at the woman's tenacious life force.
Anyone else would have died long ago from such torture. Yet she remained spirited and recovered quickly.
"That thing... where on earth did you hide it?"
He leaned in close to Liu Lan Yi, asking the question once more.
He'd lost count of how many times he'd asked. All he knew was that the woman was tight-lipped and refused to talk.
Worse, her Divine Soul was protected by some kind of mechanism. He couldn't forcibly search her memories without risking mutual destruction.
But for the sake of his ascension, he couldn't take such a risk. He had resolved to torture her slowly, but who would have thought she could endure for so many years?
