"Oh... are you going to talk now?" Qingyi asked, giving the man an gentle pat on the shoulder.
"Y-yes, p-please, just... just kill me, let me rest." The henchman whimpered desperately.
He'd been calling out for his mother for a while now, begging for a quick death. Now, he'd finally given in.
He would tell everything. Absolutely everything.
"Well, start with who gave you this damn demonic training. If your information is good enough, I promise I'll kill you quickly."
The henchman nodded with teary eyes, his lips parting.
The next moment, he froze.
Qingyi froze too, his eyes widening as he leaped backward in an instinctive reflex.
A flash of light tore through the air at an absurd speed, too fast even for his draconic eyes to react in time.
The crash of the impact was sharp, the henchman's head snapping to the side, dead before he could even utter a sound.
Slowly, Qingyi turned his face.
