But now, his miraculous fire manipulation and the mysterious and powerful flames make him seem like a fire cultivator.
This layering of the three identities elevates Xue An's position in his mind infinitely higher.
Could it be...
He is a cultivator of sword, body, and fire?
This thought terrifies him, and he no longer has any hope of luck, making Xue An's questioning process very smooth.
"What is your name?"
"In response to your question, sir, my name is Tang Longtao!"
"What do you usually do?"
"We make a living by robbing!"
Xue An sneered, "Is that all?"
Tang Longtao trembled, his face pale and said, "Sometimes... sometimes we also kill a few people!"
"Is it merely killing a few people?" Xue An raised his hand to point at the eye-ringed man still tortured by the fiery soul refining.
"He alone bears the unjust souls of at least thousands of young girls. Do you call this merely killing a few people?"
Tang Longtao was dumbfounded, unable to respond.
