Ling County isn't far from Li City, and the local River-Sinking Fish is a delicacy. It'd be a shame not to try it when you've come all this way.
And as for Nuwa Temple, could it possibly be more important than filling your stomach?
No way.
The fish was delicious, but before it could all be eaten, dinner was abruptly stopped.
"Master, look." Teng Zhao pointed at a group of people downstairs, his brows furrowed. Wasn't that the man who was predicted to die a few days ago?
Qin Liuxi followed his gaze, and once he saw the thin man draped in a gold-threaded purple robe, face caked with thick makeup, his eyes half-closed.
"What's that?" Feng Xiu also leaned over to look, and upon seeing the few playboys brimming with bad taste, he clicked his tongue disdainfully and said, "What's there to look at with such ugly creatures? If you want to look at a man, you should be looking at me."
Qin Liuxi gave him a white look and said, "Do you see anything about the one in the purple robe?"
