Bai Qingshan shook his head, still insisting on withholding the information from Yao Zhang.
Yao Zhang’s expression darkened as he stared helplessly at Bai Qingshan. If Bai Qingshan refused to talk, he feared it would be impossible to identify the Ancient Martial Artist in any short amount of time. Should he use force? That would likely tarnish the reputation of the Martial Suppression Bureau. It was a difficult situation.
Bai Qingshan waved a hand, signaling for a servant nearby to approach. "The tea has gone cold; please take it away," he said softly. The servant nodded, walked over to the tea table, and began clearing the tea set.
Seeing this, Yao Zhang’s face turned sour, and he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. This was clearly a dismissal. "Old Bai, this matter is of great importance. It would be better for you to tell me now," Yao Zhang said in a deep voice.
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