So even though the news was spreading wildly, Luming still considered it to be a baseless rumor in his heart.
The old man quietly puffed on his pipe, the swirling smoke shrouding his slightly aged face, making it difficult to see clearly.
It took a while before he slowly put down the pipe and said softly, "There's no smoke without fire. Since there's such a rumor, it must have its source, Luming, you have been negligent."
His words carried a sharpness that contrasted starkly with his previously benevolent and kind appearance.
Luming, however, was used to this; he had long known the man's true nature. The kindly facade was merely a disguise; this was who he really was.
A cold and ruthless intelligence officer, a person who lived solely for his missions.
Towards such a person, Luming felt not the slightest fondness, but he had no way to resist the other's will as everything he had was brought to him by this man.
