Return of the Pearl

An Yi's hands, with bulging veins, tightly grasped the confession like an iron clamp, as if he wanted to rub it into his palms. He paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his wrist and solemnly handed the heavy confession to the other secret guards.

At the same time, his eyes widened, glaring angrily, and he uttered a sharp rebuke: "Go quickly, and make sure to catch those people in one fell swoop and bring them to justice!"

The secret guards who received the order did not hesitate at all. They flashed and disappeared from the spot like ghosts in an instant, leaving only a slight sound of wind to prove that they had been there.

Then, An Yi took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and mentality, and then took a step towards another cell. Every step was extremely steady and firm, as if the ground beneath his feet was shaking slightly because of his steps.

When An Yi walked into the cell, the scene that came into his sight made his heart tighten. He saw that several secret guards had successfully captured Yongbi and tied him up on the rack.

Although Yongbi was imprisoned at this moment, his face showed no fear at all. Instead, it was filled with arrogance and unruliness. His originally handsome face was distorted by anger. He stared at the people in front of him with wide eyes, still shouting non-stop: "You cowards, who are you? How dare you treat me so brazenly!"

An Yi slowly approached Yongbi. As the distance got closer, the bloodstains on his body that had not yet been wiped clean became gradually clearly visible. In this dim and gloomy cell, those bloodstains were like red plum blossoms blooming on his clothes, appearing particularly dazzling. They silently told the cruelty and bloodiness of the fierce battle just now.

He stared at Yongbi coldly like an iceberg, his eyes as deep as a cold pond seeming to be able to shoot out ice arrows. He opened his lips slightly, and said in a voice as low as rolling thunder and as sonorous as a huge bell: "This is the prison of the secret guards. Your collusion with the Tongtian Sect has now been fully noticed by the emperor. However, the emperor is kind-hearted and, considering our old friendship, has granted you a good opportunity to atone for your sins.

As long as you can tell me everything you know, there might be a glimmer of hope for survival. Otherwise... Humph!" At this point, he snorted coldly and stopped talking, but the threat in his voice was self-evident.

Upon hearing this, Yongbi was stunned for a moment, then he threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter was deafening, echoing throughout the cell, filled with endless grief and determination, "Bah! Stop pretending to be sympathetic! The emperor did show mercy and spared my father's life, but he was so cruel as to turn my father into a eunuch.

"Let him be unable to live or die! As my father's son, how can I not avenge such a blood feud? To tell you the truth, I know nothing. Kill him if you want, cut him up if you want, it's all up to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and raging anger and intense hatred spurted out of them, like two lightning bolts piercing the darkness. Although his body was tightly tied up with ropes at this time and he could not move at all, from his eyes burning with the flames of hatred, one could clearly feel the indomitable will and tenacious spirit of resistance gushing out from the depths of his heart.

An Yi looked at Yong Bi quietly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. His brows knitted slightly, and he thought to himself: This Yong Bi is really stubborn. It seems that if I want to make him speak, I will have to go through some trouble...

As expected, An Yi used all means and inflicted several extremely cruel and horrifying punishments on Yongbi. Each of those punishments was like the sharp claws of the devil, mercilessly tearing at Yongbi's body, but failed to make him reveal even a shred of the truth.

An Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, tangled like a twist of dough, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged out like winding earthworms, showing his confusion and anger. His eyes were like dark clouds before a storm, gloomy and depressing. He stared at Yongbi intently, as if he wanted to see through him.

Even though Yongbi was tortured to the point of being covered in wounds, he still gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain with a look of stubbornness and indomitable will. He stared at An Yi with eyes wide open, his gaze like a torch, and kept shouting, "Come on! You useless bunch! Kill me if you dare! Don't even think about getting any information from me!"

An Yi knew in his heart that if he continued to torture like this, there would be absolutely no result. He knew very well that although those extremely cruel punishments had raged on Yongbi like a strong wind, they had not been able to stir up even a ripple in the depths of Yongbi's heart. It would be in vain to continue.

An Yi suddenly stopped torturing Yongbi. His arms froze in mid-air, and the torture instruments in his hands seemed to have lost their power. His eyes were as sharp as ice blades and as cold as cold stars, shooting straight at Yongbi.

An Yi spoke coldly, his voice as piercing as ice: "If you don't confess, I will turn you into a useless person like your father!" His words were full of threats and intimidation, and every word hit Yongbi's heart like a heavy hammer.

After hearing what An Yi said, Yong Bi not only did not show any fear on his face, but instead raised a nonchalant smile. His resolute face was full of unruly and stubbornness. He said in an indifferent tone: "It doesn't matter! What's the point of living in this life worse than death?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, as if he was mocking An Yi's threat for being so powerless.

An Yi tried his best and used all kinds of means, but Yongbi in front of him was still as stubborn as a rock and was not moved at all. This was the first time he met someone so difficult to conquer.

An Yi gritted his teeth so tightly that the roots of his teeth made a "clacking" sound. A surge of ruthlessness surged in his heart. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

"If you still refuse to confess, then I can only ask your brothers to come here." An Yi's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the deep hell, with endless chill and gloom, which made people shudder.

At this moment, Yongbi's originally resolute expression finally showed a trace of panic. He widened his eyes, which were full of fear and disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing.

He said in an almost uncontrolled voice: "I did this alone, they don't know about it, why did you ask them to come?" His voice trembled with panic, and his body trembled slightly, as if hit by an invisible force.