Yuan did not know that part of course and Noah would definitely not tell him the truth.
Across from him, Yuan's expression settled back into its usual composed state after the brief moment of surprise.
He did not ask who the apprentice was, neither did he show any intention of digging deeper into the matter.
Because, in his mind, there were lines that should not be crossed.
If the white-masked man had chosen not to mention who his apprentice was, then asking about it directly would only come off as intrusive.
And that was not a risk Yuan was willing to take.
Not when dealing with someone he already regarded with such caution.
So despite still being buried, he buried the matter for now.
Without saying anything further on the matter, Yuan reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pouch.
The material looked refined, its surface smooth and well-crafted, clearly not something cheap.
