Qin An stared at the empty coffin, his eyelids slightly lowered: "Madam Qian, you owe us an explanation."
Liu Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and she stepped around behind Madam Qian, ready to strike.
Madam Qian felt the pressure from two Inner God Realm cultivators. Cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe it.
But she gritted her teeth tightly, refusing to say a word.
"It seems Madam Qian doesn't quite understand the methods of the Evil Extermination Bureau," Liu Yi sneered, cold light flashing on her fingertips, "Although I'm not from the Bureau's torture chamber, I'm more familiar with their tortures than the people there. If you want to experience them, I won't hesitate to use my methods."
Upon hearing this, more cold sweat appeared on Madam Qian's forehead, her face as pale as paper.
