"I'm sure you're well aware of what you've done; naturally, I won't let you off easily."
"However, if you confess on your own, then I won't need to apply the Soul Searching Technique, and you won't have to endure the pain anymore."
"Otherwise, you won't escape the fate of your soul being scattered to the winds."
Having said this, Lin Jing's gaze was intense as he looked at Qi Yao, whose cultivation had been crippled, and he asked again:
"So, will you confess by yourself, or shall I resort to the Soul Searching Technique?"
Under Lin Jing's stare, the madness on Qi Yao's face slowly faded away, and fear gradually took its place.
"I... I'll tell..."
Actually, there were reasons for this.
The agony of Soul Searching was one part of it.
The other part was that, during the moment Lin Jing looked at him, he subtly exerted his Divine Sense to dredge up the deep-seated fear in his heart.
The reason Lin Jing did so was that he didn't want to employ methods like Soul Searching.