The Black Wind Patriarch was called out by Wu Liujin, the leader of the Beggar Gang, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he said warmly, "The reason I invited you all here is naturally for the matter of the True Dragon and longevity."
"My Black Wind Mountain is located in a remote area, with news not being very accessible, so I really don't know whether this matter is real or false."
"That's why I wanted to come here to consult with all of you."
The middle-aged beautiful woman leaning against the window, holding a jade flute, said softly, "Even the Patriarch doesn't know about this matter; how would a mere woman like me know? However, I think Young Master Yi must be the most knowledgeable about this, right?"
This woman's charms were sultry to the bone, her skin snow-white, her figure curvaceous, the kind that would make many men fantasize. But seeing how Wu Liujin avoided her like the plague, it was clear she wasn't someone easy to deal with.
