Seeing Han Ning's pensive expression, Zhang Nengfa thought to himself,
'Damn it, this kid's so strong. Perfect. I'll just let Chen Shaojie deal with him.'
He continued:
"Chen Shaojie had some old grudges with Li Lu's family. Her death was entirely orchestrated by him..."
"According to his plan, he intended to use Li Lu to spread our master's mark to her colleague—you—in order to complete his sacrificial ritual and advance his Tier."
"Heh, what a fine scheme," Han Ning said, his expression calm. "What's Chen Shaojie's level of strength?"
Startled by Han Ning's gaze, Zhang Nengfa shuddered, thinking he was about to be tortured again. The words spilled out of him all at once.
"He's a Tier Eight Divination Child. He specializes in absorbing and manipulating the souls of the dead."
After saying his piece, Zhang Nengfa collapsed to the floor, his breathing shallow. He'd given up completely, adopting an attitude of 'kill me or spare me, I don't care anymore.'
