Beggars Not Allowed Inside

"I'm sorry, all of you!" The Grandmaster wailed in utter anguish, tears streaming down his face, which was filled with endless regret.

Liu Erlong's heart ached. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears and filth from the Grandmaster's face.

But the more she wiped, the dirtier his face became. The grime mixed with his tears, and under Liu Erlong's wiping, it looked like mud dredged up from the bottom of a lake.

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

At this moment, this man, who had endured decades of cold stares and mockery without changing expression, broke down in tears for the first time. This blow, this harm, had truly surpassed the limit of what he could bear.

It was a double torment of body and soul. He had held on stubbornly for half a month, holding out until he was rescued. But now, he could not hold on any longer.

Seeing the Grandmaster sob so bitterly, Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Tang San were all overcome with sorrow.

Flender sighed. "Let him cry. It's hard to imagine the torture he endured for half a month. He'll feel better if he lets it out."

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that veins bulged across them. Fury brewed in his heart as he asked, "Teacher Erlong, half a month ago, you said Teacher had something to do and needed to leave for a while. You never told me he had come to Spirit City. Can you tell me what exactly happened now?"

Liu Erlong shook her head gently. "Your Teacher's condition is still unstable. Wait until he calms down and let him tell you himself. We also want to know what he experienced in Spirit City."

Tang San fell