State Preceptor Qing Yang frowned. “You let yourself be captured just to ask me this?” This other party’s behavior was becoming increasingly strange to her.

“I know that it’s a relic of Panlong City, but I’d really appreciate it if you could enlighten me on it more.”

The words “Panlong City” made the corner of State Preceptor Qing Yang’s eye twitch slightly. But by now, both she and the Heavenly Palace understood that someone capable of infiltrating Star-Plucking Tower and stealing the divine object was naturally connected to the Generous Pot, and to Panlong City!

This was already a topic neither side needed to avoid.

“Is it that you find it hard to say, or that you do not dare say it?” The other party even tried to provoke her.

“How do I find your accomplice?” State Preceptor Qing Yang stared at him. “You are the prisoner. I ask, you answer!”

“When you found that flute, was its original owner dead or alive?”

State Preceptor Qing Yang pressed the tip of her staff against his throat. “What force do you people belong to? Speak!”

The prisoner treated her threat as though it were nothing. “This is an old matter from more than a century ago. Panlong City is gone. What do you still not dare say?”

State Preceptor Qing Yang smiled. She took out the heavenly centipede bone flute and waved it in her hand. “What is there that cannot be said? When I...