Return of the Pearl

It didn't take long for An Yi to easily capture him. His tone was filled with sarcasm, "You want to see the Holy Envoy? I'll grant you that!"

An Yi waved his hand, and his arm seemed to turn into a powerful iron clamp, pulling the man in front of Zhang Da Ying with an unstoppable force.

Zhang Da Ying's eyes widened to the size of two copper bells, filled with shock and disbelief. His voice became sharp and piercing with surprise, like a knife cutting through the silent air: "Chi Mei, how did you get caught too?"

Her face was full of confusion and worry, her brows were tightly furrowed, the wrinkles on her forehead were like deep ravines, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she had not yet recovered from this sudden change.

Chi Mei lowered his head, his once heroic face now filled with guilt, like the sun obscured by dark clouds, dim and without radiance. His voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from a deep valley, filled with endless self-blame: "Holy Envoy, it is my fault that I was useless and failed to rescue you from prison."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chimei slowly raised his head, with a hint of struggle and pain in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Da Ying, and the moment their eyes met, thousands of words seemed to surge in them. There was a deep concern for each other in their eyes, as well as helplessness and sadness about the current situation. It was like two rivers converging, stirring up countless waves.

A trace of tears flashed in Zhang Da's eyes. She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed deeply, her face full of worry and pain.

An Yizhe stood there quietly like a silent statue. He stood tall and straight, like a mountain standing between heaven and earth, steady and resolute. He did not move at all, as if time had stopped beside him.

His eyes were cold and sharp, shining like stars in the cold night, as if he could see through all the secrets and truths in the world. His gaze was so sharp that it seemed to penetrate the human soul, leaving no one to hide under his gaze.

An Yi looked at them indifferently, with no expression on his face, as if he was wearing a cold mask, but in his seemingly calm heart, he was rapidly calculating his next plan. Every detail was repeatedly considered in his mind, like a sophisticated chess game quietly laid out in his mind.

When they had almost finished talking, An Yi walked forward slowly with steady and firm steps. Every step he took was steady and powerful, as if the earth was shaking. Every step seemed to be stepping on the heart of the demon, making the demon's heartbeat speed up involuntarily.

An Yi approached step by step. His figure was tall and majestic, like an insurmountable mountain. There was no expression on his stern face, and his eyes were as cold as the polar wind, exuding a chilling aura.

His voice was cold yet carried an unquestionable majesty, sounding like ice exploding: "Where is the leader of Tongtian Sect? Also, how many people are there in your headquarters? Tell me everything." The voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, making the demon feel suffocated.

However, the demon kept his lips tightly closed, standing firm like a silent mountain. He did not move at all, as if he had merged with everything around him, becoming a firm line of defense.

No matter how An Yi used threats and inducements, he remained silent like a rock, without saying a word. In his heart, there seemed to be a ball of blazing flame burning. It was his sincere loyalty to the leader and his deep friendship with his brothers in the sect. Deep in his heart, he was supported by a firm belief that he would never betray them, even if it meant paying a huge price.

His eyes were firm and persistent, revealing an indomitable strength, as if declaring his determination and will to An Yi, which moved people.

Zhang Da Ying had experienced An Yi's interrogation methods before. Seeing that Chi Mei remained silent, An Yi approached him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, like a sharp sword unsheathed, piercing Chi Mei with a fierce force. An Yi said coldly, "If you don't confess, don't blame me for torturing you."

Chi Mei raised his lips, a mocking smile that held a hint of determination, a touch of resolve, and a hint of disdain for An Yi. He said firmly, "There are no cowards among us Tongtian disciples. You can kill me or chop me up, as you please, but I won't confess a thing."

An Yi seemed to be deaf to the words of the evil spirit. He waved his hand as if he didn't notice. The action was casual and decisive. Following his gesture, his men immediately took the order and took Zhang Da Ying out of the cell.

Before being taken away, Zhang Da Ying suddenly opened her throat and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Don't worry about me, you must never tell anyone!" Her voice was full of anxiety and worry, which showed her deep concern and worry for the evil spirits.

She knew very well how powerful An Yi's interrogation methods were, so she anxiously warned: "His interrogation methods are very sophisticated. You must remember, don't speak!" These words seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, echoing in the silent cell, adding a bit of solemnity to the tense atmosphere.

When Chi Mei saw this, his face turned pale instantly, as bloodless as a piece of white paper, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, as if struck by lightning. His eyes were full of fear and worry. The terrified look made his eyes widen like copper bells. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "What do you want to do to the Holy Envoy?" His voice was full of his anxiety and uneasiness, which made people feel his inner fear and panic.

An Yi knew very well that this was the only way to deal with the demons, so he turned his head and looked at the demons. His eyes were full of determination, as solid as a rock and unshakable.

An Yi slowly said, "Every time I ask you a question, if you don't confess, I will use a different torture on her. With her fragile body, I don't know how many kinds she can endure. Do you want to try it?" His words revealed a coldness and ruthlessness, as if adding another heavy shackle to the demon's heart.

At this moment, Chimei was caught in a fierce struggle. The struggle was like a surging wave, rolling and surging in his heart, making him extremely painful. A glimmer of hesitation flashed in his eyes, which was a reflection of his inner conflict and entanglement. However, in the end, he resolutely closed his lips and kept silent without uttering a single word.

An Yi stood quietly by, like a patient hunter waiting. He knew that Chi Mei's psychological defenses were gradually crumbling, disintegrating bit by bit. He only needed to apply a little more pressure, and perhaps Chi Mei would completely collapse, opening his heart and revealing the secrets hidden deep within...