Wo Yiyu.
Hidden among the crowd, she watched him.
Feng Wuqing was no fool, and knew it was not frivolity that brought upon his stare, but rather pensiveness and after a moment, she understood why.
-She came here with that old merchant back then and managed to build up a fleet of many races. She should have strong information of what we want.
-...
Wo Yiyu was not fool enough to believe his gaze was fanciment either, though she was also not here for just talk.
"My dear Tenki Shi. Aren't you going to invite me over?" Her flirtatious tone did not escape those listening, "It's been such a long time."
His skin crawled and for a moment, he wondered if he should just go elsewhere, but there was nowhere else to reliably go, "Sit."
"What brings you to Juzou, Daoist Tenki Shi?" At this point, many the crowd had grown completely silent, since most were informants of one sort of other.
