d beside Chen Ping, not daring to sit down!"Have a seat..."Chen Ping said slowly.Jin Fusheng just sat down and sighed heavily, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.To be betrayed by those closest to...the ring.""The dragon writhes and dances, its coils twisting and turning. It moves forward and backward, breaking and connecting again. It carries warehouses and granaries along with it as it journey...