"Help!"
"Murder!"
At the sight of Chen Mengjie's burned face, Old Beggar struggled in terror.
Worse still, he struck Chen Mengjie's head with the Begging Stick in his hand.
"Enough!"
She released a little divine power, sending Old Beggar flying and snapping his Begging Stick in two.
Old Beggar trembled on the ground as he looked at Chen Mengjie.
"Haah..."
With a long sigh, Chen Mengjie took out a handkerchief, wiped the spit from her face, and turned to go back inside.
Watching her, Old Beggar said with a playful expression, "The little girl has some patience, but this doesn't seem to meet the standard we agreed on, does it?"
Old Beggar spoke to himself, and no voice around him answered.
Yet just as Old Beggar was about to get up and leave, Chen Mengjie came out of the thatched cottage carrying a bundle.
"Sir, there are some pills I made myself and some provisions in here."
"The pills can treat your illness, and the provisions will keep you from going hungry."
"Follow this road down the mountain in a bit. The people in town will help you."
With that, Chen Mengjie handed the bundle to Old Beggar.
Looking at the bundle in his hands, Old Beggar said through tears and sobs, "Young lady, you're such a good person!"
Seeing his grateful expression, Chen Mengjie pursed her lips. "Sir, whether you're a mortal or a senior from the Cultivation World..."
"You mustn't do this sort of thing again. I, Chen Mengjie, am just an insignificant nobody."
"There's no need for you to go to such lengths to test me."
Old Beggar looked bewildered. "Young lady, what are you talking about?"
"Sir, I can sense anyone who comes near the cottage."
"You appeared here without a sound. Right now, I can