Fu Fong stared at the rough wooden table between them. He slowly clasped his hands together, his face turning incredibly serious.
"I know you don't trust me, Bai Ming," he began, his voice low and quiet. "And I don't blame you. But what I am about to tell you is the truth."
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Han Fuji is not who he says he is. He has some kind of power here in the Barren Lands. He looks completely ordinary, like any other refugee trying to get by, but he has people dangerous people who secretly answer to him."
Bai Ming's expression didn't change, but she listened closely. "What do you mean, people answer to him?"
