Duan Tang saw this, smiled helplessly, and thought the girl really had the patience. Ordinary people who dined with him were either trembling with fear or fawning over him. If someone else had saved Old Master Duan, they would have taken the opportunity to build connections with him long ago. Who could be as indifferent and composed as this girl? Such a person was either an idiot or highly strategic, and An Yiqing naturally fell into the latter category.
"May I ask, Miss An, under whom did you study?" Duan Tang ventured, resigning himself to a setback; he couldn't quite explain why his attitude had softened.
"I apologize, but my master instructed me not to reveal our Shimen, so I really cannot disclose that information," An Yiqing deflected with the slightest of efforts.
Duan Tang nodded understandingly, "What are your thoughts on Elder Duan's condition?" he asked, posing the first key question of the day.
