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The King of Cangming stared at him, "What if I say I want to meet them?"
"I'm sorry, please forgive me for being unable to provide any information," Fu Xiuen lifted his head, forcing himself to meet the elder's gaze, which was as sharp as a warning blade.
A hint of confusion flashed across Fu Xiuen's heart because he felt the elder's gaze was strangely familiar.
The King of Cangming stared at Fu Xiuen for a long while before retracting his oppressive gaze, "It doesn't matter if you won't talk, I'll find them sooner or later."
He initially didn't want to waste too much time and wanted to find them immediately, but the young man in front of him, though afraid, had a resolute gaze. Unlike the old lady he met coming out of the palace earlier, the King of Cangming knew from his eyes that he wouldn't compromise under any circumstances.
"You are impressive!" The King of Cangming suddenly said, then stood up and walked out.
