It was approaching noon.
In the Dali Temple's Sky Prison, two jailers took Ethan Ye to the place where he was interrogated and tortured.
The place was dark, cold and damp. The flickering candlelight occasionally illuminated the tools used for torture on the wall.
The interrogator of Ethan Ye was a man in his fifties, with a goatee that had turned gray, but he stood straight, looking strong and healthy. This man was Gongsun He, the Junior Official of the Dali Temple.
"Ethan Ye, I've heard of your name for a long time!" Gongsun He smiled at Ethan Ye while sitting on a chair. His fake smile looked very cold.
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