Han Anbo gave a bitter smile. "My view is simple: let sleeping dogs lie. As long as the Ministry of Justice guarantees it won't trouble your family again, let the matter end here."
"The question is, are you sure the Ministry of Justice will really let it end?" Li Qingxian asked.
"That's precisely the problem. Whatever their aim is, they won't stop until they achieve it."
"Come on. Let's go inside and ask."
With that, Li Qingxian led Han Anbo into the cell and looked at the Ministry of Justice's bloodied spy.
Li Qingxian said, "If you'd sent people to investigate me, we're all colleagues serving the court, each working for his own master. I couldn't really object; I'd simply let you go. But you targeted my family, who have no cultivation. That is something I cannot tolerate. Tell me, is your Ministry of Justice willing to promise to stop targeting my family?"
The man said nothing.
"I'm negotiating in good faith," Li Qingxian said.
The man raised his head and glanced at Li Qingxian. A strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, his eyes dark and fathomless, before he slowly lowered his head again.
Li Qingxian's heart gave a sudden jolt.
The two walked out of the interrogation chamber.
"This man isn't an ordinary spy. His presence means there must be an extraordinary figure behind him-at least the head of a sect or the minister of a ministry. They may not be willing to negotiate with us," Han Anbo sighed.
"Unless we hit them hard enough to hurt, just as literary cultivators and Dao cultivators did in the past."
"For now, that seems to be the only path. But the problem is, you don't have enough strength to stand against the Ministry of Justice."
Li Qingxian thought