Li Qingxian paid no heed to the Filthy Beggar's direct stare and continued recalling the changes in Eerie Town that the beggar had described.
After a long while, the Filthy Beggar said, "I hope to cooperate with the Night Guard."
"Our cooperation has always been very pleasant," Li Qingxian said.
"You know what kind of cooperation I mean."
"All I can say is that the Night Guard will do its best to do what it should. As for anything else, I can't promise," Li Qingxian said.
"You clearly possess tremendous power," the Filthy Beggar said.
Li Qingxian asked, "I hear you have a major sect behind you, so even though you curse people in the streets every day, the mayor can't easily touch you."
The Filthy Beggar remained silent for a long time, then took out a cloth bundle and handed it to Li Qingxian. "Once you leave Eerie Town, Lord Ye, please do me the favor of delivering this item to Ancient Profound Mountain. When the time comes, Ancient Profound Mountain will grant you any one reasonable request."
Li Qingxian accepted the bundle. It was gray-black, rough enough to prick his hands, and faintly imbued with a peculiar power.
"If I remember correctly, this is an ancient legacy item. I never imagined you were Ancient Profound Mountain's keeper of the tradition," Li Qingxian said.
The Filthy Beggar said nothing.
Looking at the coarse cloth pouch that carried the legacy, Li Qingxian sighed. "I never imagined the so-called foremost martial sect would fall so far that it couldn't even shelter its keeper of the tradition."
"No banquet under heaven lasts forever. Ancient Profound Mountain has passed down its traditions for over a thousand years. That alone is a rare achievement," the Filthy Beggar said.
"I always thought Ancient Profound Mountain