Seeing the old beggar accept the roast goose, Ying Ming Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking the matter had finally been settled, he turned to take Ye Hua away.
But to their astonishment, the old beggar shot out both hands again like lightning and clamped them around Ye Hua's calf, refusing to let go.
"Fairy, you're such a kind soul. Show some mercy and do a good deed-spare me some spirit stones!
Heaven will surely bless your cultivation journey with fair winds, prosperity, and success!"
The old beggar pleaded in an utterly pitiful voice, baring a mouthful of yellow teeth as he stared fixedly at Ye Hua, as though he had decided she was an easy target.
"Get your filthy hands off her!"
Ying Ming Hao flew into a rage at the sight, his voice icy and brimming with anger.
The old beggar's hands were not only filthy but covered in grease, and that grease was now smeared all over Ye Hua's snow-white little socks.
A perfectly good pair of socks had been ruined just like that-and he had only just bought them for her!
"Oh dear, young man, how can you be so vicious toward an old fellow?
With an attitude like that, you'll have a hard time finding a wife!"
The old beggar remained unhurried, speaking like an elder lecturing a junior while he kept rubbing his hands against Ye Hua's little white socks.
He seemed determined to wipe every bit of grime from his hands onto them, with no intention of letting go.
"Please let go, sir. I'll give you some spirit stones!"
Ye Hua finally spoke, her voice filled with helpless resignation.
The fury within her was like a volcano on the verge of erupting, but her kindness stood like a solid dam, holding