The compartment Zhao Qi was in rippled like the surface of water when Yang Qing placed his hand on it, cleanly opening up a pathway for him to pass through.
Zhao Qi, who had been admiring the subtleties of the compartment, was startled when it suddenly opened, then relaxed when he saw it was Yang Qing.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Cultivator Zhao Qi. Your sect master had something to say, but he couldn't speak freely in front of others. What about you?" Yang Qing asked with a polite smile.
"What about me what?" Zhao Qi replied, puzzled.
"Do you have anything you want to say that you wouldn't want your sect master hearing? The Order guarantees anonymity, except in cases where it would affect the outcome of the judgment. So, Zhao Qi, is there anything you want to share that you wouldn't feel comfortable saying in front of him?" asked Yang Qing.