C1796 The Head of the Soul Martial Hall!

Zhao Li's words had Bai Yeh utterly intrigued.

It dawned on him that the man before him was essentially a vast treasure trove.

But with Ying Jiuyue in such a drunken stupor, who could pry anything from him? Zhao Li had kicked him over a dozen times, yet he lay there unresponsive, like a corpse. Was it possible to extract his memories using a Soul Technique?

That seemed far-fetched