"Well... I... never mind," the old woman sighed in resignation under the persistence of the special agent, "Since he's already gone... If I don't know, I don't know..."
She had already given up, but the voice of the man eager to help reached her again.
"Want to know what?"
This time it was not only the voice; the forthright young man actually came over.
"Hey, hey, hey..." the special agent hurriedly interjected, "I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Li, but the case hasn't been concluded yet, and we can't talk recklessly about things that happened inside the Secret Realm..."
"Then I'll speak seriously and orderly," Li Qingming responded, then turned to the old woman, "What do you want to know?"
The old woman was startled at first, and after glancing at the special agent who twisted away helplessly, she bowed solemnly again to Li Qingming, "It seems you are a professional Vanguard... I'm sorry... my son has caused you trouble..."
