"Thank you very much, Senior Shao An. I will," said Yang Qing, cupping his fists in gratitude. The gears in his mind were already turning, fueled by the information Shao An had just shared.
He had already formulated a plan to finally pry information out of the tight-lipped Ming Wa.
With nothing else to ask—and no cheek to drink more tea after the cups he had already downed—Yang Qing bid the two soul formation experts goodbye. But not before leaving an additional assortment of roasted nuts on the table, having noticed Shao An was already halfway through the first pile.
Having paid some of his 'dues,' he turned to leave. But just as he was rounding the last corner to exit the backyard completely, he paused and slowly turned his head back.
The two soul formation experts, Ren Shu and Shao An, had already decided to indulge in some wine and light conversation, accompanied by the very snacks he had just offered.
