Beggars Not Allowed

"I've wronged you!" The cry was utterly heartbroken. Grandmaster sobbed, his voice choked with tears, his face filled with endless remorse.

Liu Erlong's heart ached unbearably. She took a handkerchief from her robes and gently wiped the tears and grime from Grandmaster's face.

But the more she wiped, the dirtier Grandmaster's face became. The filth mixed with his tears, and after Liu Erlong wiped at it, it looked like sludge dredged up from the bottom of a lake.

Grandmaster pushed Liu Erlong's hand away and sobbed, "Don't touch me. I'm filthy."

At that moment, this man who had endured decades of cold stares and mockery with calm composure broke down and wept for the first time. The blow, the harm, had truly exceeded the limits of what he could bear.

This was torment of both body and soul. He had stubbornly held on for half a month, finally lasting until he was rescued, but in this moment, he could hold on no longer.

Seeing Grandmaster wail like that, Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Tang San all felt their hearts ache unbearably.

Flender sighed and said, "Let him cry. It's hard to imagine the torment he endured for half a month. Crying it out will make him feel a little better."

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that blue veins bulged. Fury brewed in his heart as he asked, "Teacher Erlong, half a month ago, you said Teacher had matters to attend to and needed to leave for a while. You didn't tell me he had come to Spirit City. Now, can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Liu Erlong gently shook her head and said, "Your teacher's condition still isn't stable. Let's wait until he calms down, then have him tell you himself. We also want to know