After a moment of silence, Sikong Chen finally said, resignedly,
"Sect Leader Fang, why must you make things difficult for a mere errand-runner like me? I don't hold any significant position in the Star-Picking Pavilion, so I don't know anything important."
Fang Qingyuan understood the implication. 'He doesn't know anything important, which means he can be persuaded to reveal a few unimportant details.'
Fang Qingyuan was inwardly delighted to see Sikong Chen starting to yield. Sikong Chen's standing among the Golden Core Cultivators of the Star-Picking Pavilion wasn't high, but he was still one of only six. If he was willing to talk, what more could Fang Qingyuan ask for?
"I'm not trying to make things difficult for Fellow Daoist Sikong. We're just having a casual chat. Please, relax. I won't ask what I shouldn't."
