Tang Qingyi was a medical officer, not the head of law enforcement. His concern wasn't about the clan law, but rather why his own Mystical Yin Needle had failed.
No matter how much he pondered, he couldn't come to a conclusion. Miao Zhu was just a frail woman with no foundation in martial arts. For such a person to resist the Mystical Yin Needle was utterly ludicrous.
"A mere trifle barely worth mentioning," Tang Luo candidly acknowledged Tang Qingyi's speculation, then took out a piece of paper from his bosom and passed it over. "I never intended to involve others and have caused the medical officer embarrassment. Here is a little compensation, which might be of some benefit to you."
