Shen Qingzhu, clad in tight attire, stood beside Bai Qingyan, his expression cold and stern as he looked at the Great Shaman's disciple.
Yang Wuce also stood nearby, gesturing for the prison guard to move the brazier closer to Bai Qingyan.
The person here to interrogate the disciple of the Great Shaman was one of Yang Wuce's soldiers, who claimed to have learned some methods at the Zhao family's military interrogation center. Although their techniques were not as brutal as those of the Zhao family soldiers, they were more wearisome. Any tongue interrogated by them would be ready to confess.
Earlier, Bai Qingyan didn't want Bai Qingyu and Bai Jinzhi to worry, so she let them escort her back to her residence. Once they left, she came to this dungeon with Shen Qingzhu.
"Bring a chair for the disciple of the Great Shaman from Tianfeng Kingdom," Bai Qingyan said, gently stroking the silver engraved hand warmer, her demeanor indifferent yet composed.
