Brutally Tough Training by Zheng-Fu

“Wait a minute, sir. Are you guys going now?” But before Zheng-Fu and Bao-Jin with his group left, the elder's voice rang out.

“Yes, we are going now. Do you have anything, Elder?” Zheng-Fu turned around and asked with slight suspicion.

“Um, I just want to beg Young Master, if you and others pass through the capital, please bring this letter to my granddaughter,” the elder pleaded, hurriedly holding out an old piece of paper that had been written on.

“Yes, alright. What part of the capital does she live in?”

“She is at the Purple Dragon Auction House. Her mother works there,” the elder said in a slightly sad tone.

Purple Dragon Auction House!?

“Alright, we have to go through the capital anyway. I'll bring this letter to her myself. But what is her name!?” After Zheng-Fu heard of the place where the old man's granddaughter was, he was silent for a moment before agreeing.

“Her name is Fong-Er-Lin, sir.”