"Answer my questions, or die."
Su Mu said coldly, slightly loosening his grip on the man's throat.
By now, the man was deathly pale, drenched in a cold sweat.
'This person appeared before me without a sound and subdued me before I could even react. He has to be a Martial Artist at the Second Stage of Body Tempering—the Flesh Tempering Level—at the very least.'
'In the Sect, someone like that would be a Hall Master at minimum, maybe even qualified to be a Vice Sect Leader.'
'A person of this stature is simply not someone I can resist.'
"Yes..."
He answered, his voice trembling.
"Where is the No-Heaven Sect's main headquarters?"
Su Mu asked in a low voice.
"I... I don't know."
The man answered, trembling, "I just joined the sect a few months ago. I'm not qualified to go to the main headquarters for an audience with the Sect Leader."
Su Mu frowned. The man didn't look like he was lying, so he continued, "Who's your superior?"
"My superior is Master Si."
