"What dad means is that they...maybe know the whereabouts of mother?"
Only this reason can explain why Ye Heng has been chasing after Feng Jin.
Sure enough, Ye Heng nodded.
"I asked him before, but he refused to tell me."
If he doesn't want to say it, that's not a problem. Ye Xiyue has plenty of ways to make him say it.
She took out the iron lock.
On the surface, this iron lock is really inconspicuous. Who would have thought that the soul of a powerful spiritual master is trapped inside?
Ye Xiyue tapped her fingertips on it, and a black mist was gradually released from it, condensing in front of them.
But at this time, Feng Jin was still tightly bound and unable to break free.
After he appeared, the soul body in the Qingtuan in Ye Heng's hand became obviously nervous and fearful.
Apparently he sensed the breath of Feng Jin.
This small reaction was enough to confirm their previous guesses. The key to the problem now was to pry open Feng Jin's mouth!
Ye Xiyue stared at the black fog and narrowed her eyes slightly:
"How are you doing, Lord Fengjin, in there?"
Black mist surged, but no sound came out.
This is what it means to be uncooperative.
Ye Xiyue leaned on the back of the chair and said lazily:
"It seems that Master Feng Jin is not very satisfied, but I was negligent."
As she said this, with a thought in her mind, an unparalleled pressure surged out from the iron lock again, covering the black mist layer by layer!
Feng Jin finally couldn't hold it back and let out a shrill and painful groan.
The torture of the physical body may be bearable for the strong spirit master, but the soul body is different, especially the power of the iron chain is so terrifying, Feng Jin almost feels like his soul has been put into the fire and burned, it hurts
He really couldn't stand it.
After a while, Ye Xiyue stopped:
"Master Feng Jin, do you want to say it now?"
Feng Jin finally spoke hoarsely:
"You, what exactly do you want to ask..."
Ye Xiyue looked at Ye Heng.
Ye Heng said: "You probably haven't forgotten the question I asked you before."
Feng Jin paused for a few seconds before speaking again:
"I told you I don't know! How many times do you have to repeat it before you believe me?"
Ye Heng sneered.
"But I haven't said who 'she' is yet."
The wind suddenly stopped.
The hall fell into dead silence, and the air seemed to be solid.
From the beginning, Ye Heng was referred to as "she" and never mentioned her name, but Feng Jin said he didn't know and never confirmed who "she" was referring to.
This only proves that he already knew who Ye Heng was talking about!
"Say, why don't you say anything." Ye Xiyue played with the iron lock and said in a light voice, "I'm listening."
He was not afraid of other Feng Jin, but Ye Xiyue's iron chain really made life worse than death.
He knew very well that if he couldn't give them an answer that satisfied them today, they would never give up and let him go.
After a long time, Feng Jin finally said with difficulty:
"I really don't know... I am only responsible for the affairs here in the Canglan Empire, and I don't know anything else."
As if he was afraid that Ye Xiyue and the others wouldn't believe it, he added hastily: "Everything I said is true! With my status, I have no right to know this!"
Ye Xiyue's eyebrows skipped a beat.
The amount of information contained in Feng Jin's words is really too great.
What does it mean that with his status, he is not qualified to know this?
She sat up straight:
"What is your identity?"
A powerful spiritual master can actually talk about himself——
