Tu Jin couldn't be bothered to say much, so he created a soul avatar and entered his mind. The human mind contains an immense amount of information; his initial question was merely to imprint an impression in Mr. Wu's mind, making it easier for him to search later.
Searching memories in a living person's mind is a kind of torture. Mr. Wu's eyes rolled back, and he uttered feeble hoarse groans, appearing pitiful. Yet, Ning Xiaoxian felt no compassion. Only after a while did she shockingly realize: When had her heart become so cold and hard? Had it been a few months ago, she would have felt sad seeing someone suffer like this. This cursed cultivation was gradually eroding her humanity.
Before she could finish pondering, Tu Jin withdrew his soul avatar. He stood in place for a while, seemingly digesting the information just received from the mind, and then his expression turned very strange.
"Speak quickly," Changtian urged.
