Chapter 605: Three Hours Until Dawn
Leon crouched in front of him and adjusted the spatial restraint.
For two seconds, every route connecting the prisoner's manifested body to the wider structure of his existence closed. Leon did not touch or damage the Ethereal foundation itself. He merely made it unreachable.
The leader's face emptied of color.
Leon released the pressure before any harm was done.
"Your foundation is intact," he said. "I intend to keep it that way. Tell the truth, and you remain alive as a prisoner. Deliberately lie, and I lose my reason to preserve you."
The man breathed slowly until the panic left his eyes.
"You need what I know."
"That is why you're still breathing."
Silence stretched between them.
"Qiao," the prisoner finally said. "The Qiao clan of Ninefold Ridge."
Yanning's brush stopped.
"Their mark?" she asked.
"A notched iron ring. There is one sewn inside my collar."
