(Somewhere In Bright Sword Valley, Third Heaven.)
''Please, please…please. Let me go–ugh…I have never seen that immortal before in my life. I have no idea what—you all are talking about…'' The slightly chubby immortal with dark beards and round eyes begged as his life remained tight in the hold of a merciless immortal soldier.
Princess Zhimie had to look away several times in shame as they had to resort to this method of investigation when the Black Dragon mentioned did not care if others got hurt as long as they found Xueyao.
The sun had long disappeared from the sky, and every immortal residing in Bright Sword Valley had become wary enough to avoid being interrogated by a missing person in their hands.
They were all terrified, and the soldiers were spreading fear rapidly by harassing a shopkeeper and his helpless wife, who knelt and begged to be spared as others watched in terror from afar.
