Song Lin returned to the Upper Immortal World.
Li Chunfeng was still bound atop the artificial mountain.
No matter how much the crowd tried to interrogate him, he refused to speak, showing not the slightest sign of submission.
Song Lin emerged from his secluded cultivation.
"Master!"
"Elder!"
The crowd stepped forward to greet him.
Song Lin's heroic feat in defeating Li Chunfeng had won the admiration of everyone present.
Even the prideful Feng Ying and the highly skilled Taoist Cui Qianyou had to admit his prowess.
"What now? Has Li Chunfeng still not confessed?" Song Lin asked.
"This man is maddeningly stubborn; I truly have no methods left." Li Zhan admitted with shame.
