Seeing that Zhao Xiyan really didn't know what relation that National Treasure had with him, Qi Yue also had no choice but to let it go.
"It seems that we can only have Qian Faliang make inquiries again," she said.
With the thought of using Spiritual Spring Water to cook chicken soup, Qi Yue once again headed towards the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, Qian Faliang was already waiting for her halfway there.
"My lord!"
Qi Yue frowned and came to a halt.
"What is it?"
Qian Faliang, having just taken the antidote, was brimming with energy. His beady eyes shone like round black beans with a scheming glint.
"Master, did that Zhao person say he didn't know where the National Treasure is?"
Qi Yue's lips curled up slightly. If she couldn't see through Qian Faliang's low-level provocation and divisiveness, then she would have really lived two lifetimes in vain.
"Yes, not only does he not know, but the Zhao family members have never even heard of it."
