Hu Xiaotian could not be bothered with him and turned to leave. He had barely taken a step when the old beggar appeared before him like a phantom, blocking his path. "Boy, you haven't answered my question yet."
"Old sir, you've eaten and drunk your fill, so please stop amusing yourself at my expense. I have things to do. Excuse me." Hu Xiaotian stepped left to go around him, but without visibly moving his feet, the old beggar blocked his path again. Hu Xiaotian had experienced the old beggar's martial arts before and knew he was unquestionably a grandmaster-level figure. He might even be the leader of the Beggar Gang or something. If the man truly wanted to make trouble for him, he could only endure it. Hu Xiaotian smiled wryly. "Senior, how have I offended you? Why do you keep pressing me like this?"
The old beggar stroked the sparse whiskers on his chin and looked Hu Xiaotian up and down. "Your name's Hu Xiaotian, isn't it?"
"You certainly have an excellent memory, senior."
"Boy, didn't you just offer to buy me a meal?"
"You still want to eat?" Hu Xiaotian remembered that he had indeed said that, but only to persuade the old beggar to leave the offerings alone. Now the man had devoured every last scrap of them and still wanted him to buy him a meal. Give him an inch and he would take a mile. "Old sir, you're getting on in years. Your digestion isn't what a young man's is, and eating too much is bad for your health. How about this? I'll give you some silver, and you can buy whatever you want." Hu Xiaotian took a silver ingot from his money pouch and handed it to the old beggar.
The old beggar accepted