Mo Linyuan's Primordial Spirit alone remained here.
His Primordial Spirit retained the appearance he usually presented to others—a long dark green robe, and a slightly ridiculous felt hat upon his head. Now, he was curled up tightly, as though encountering some enormous terror, some profound eeriness, trembling intermittently.
Li Ping'an stood before him with his hands behind his back.
The Lady Ba, having effortlessly dismantled several nearby Immortal Palaces, landed beside Li Ping'an and placed a hand upon his shoulder.
She continued to charge him with power.
More and more shadows began to gather around them. They had no clothing, relying solely on scales and fur to cover their forms, rendering the scene increasingly unsettling.
Lady Ba asked, "Should we just kill him outright?"
"Mo Linyuan likely understands the Inner Heavenly Dao most intimately," Li Ping'an replied, "Interrogate him first."
