In an instant, a powerful spiritual thought surged like a tide, accompanying his palm, directly into Qu Tan's sea of consciousness.
Immediately, the memories of Qu Tan's life unfolded in Lin Feng's mind like a revolving lantern.
The hall was silent; Lin Feng quietly probed Qu Tan's memories.
Beside him, Elder Qi's face was unsightly, worried that Lin Feng might go back on his word, but now he was deep within the Heavenly Vault Divine Palace, unable to escape, bereft of the strength to flee, forced to wait patiently.
Time slowly passed; about an hour later, Lin Feng roughly scanned through Qu Tan's memories before releasing his grip.
Thud!
With Lin Feng's palm relaxed, Qu Tan slumped to the ground like a pile of mud, face pale and eyes vacant.
Disappointment washed over Lin Feng; indeed, Qu Tan was from Shi Luo Hall, concealed on Qingyu Island merely as part of an old Shi Luo Hall mission.
