Tangmo's intimidation seemed to have had an effect. Anxiang Zheng's gaze clearly turned timid, his voice grew subdued, but his stance remained firm: "I kindly request the Saintess to let the Saint step forward. I need to ensure everyone's safety; otherwise, I cannot properly report to my superiors."
"Anxiang Zheng, I'll be blunt: are you questioning us, or are you genuinely concerned for us?" Tangmo asked without any hesitation.
"Of course, I am concerned for all of you," Anxiang Zheng replied, sounding slightly hesitant.
"Then let me be clear: we do not need your concern, understood?" Tangmo left him no room for negotiation.
Faced with such humiliation, Anxiang Zheng should have been furious, yet miraculously he contained himself and repeated with persistence, "I truly worry about everyone's safety. Please, Saintess, summon everyone. As long as I can confirm all are well, I will leave at once."
"If the Saint grows angry, what will you do?" Tangmo seemed genuinely irritated.
