Capital City's Fu Ling, the city's roses, a pond of spring water, tears falling to the ground...
"Fu Ling, a female player in the Capital City's antiques circle," Gong Jiu said, stroking his chin, "She's called a player because she really does play: she plays with antiques, she plays with men, she plays with women... there's nothing she can't play with." Gong Jiu added cautiously, "This person is very dangerous."
"Because she plays with women? As if she'd be interested in you," someone retorted.
"Get lost! I'm not talking about that," Gong Jiu glared at Flower Demon, saying irritably, "I mean, she's got serious skills in the underworld... you get my drift?"
She made a gesture...
Everyone naturally understood that to mix in the circles of Capital City was to connect with the nation, and to mix on the streets of Capital City meant a reach to the heavens.
So, without a doubt, Fu Ling was a heavyweight.
Sui Yi's gaze fell behind her...
