"Sir, here are ten lower-grade spirit stones. They should cover your expenses for the next few years. Make sure you keep them safe!"
The woman smiled and spoke with great generosity.
Ten lower-grade spirit stones were no small sum. For ordinary people at the very bottom of society, that was enough to cover five years of living expenses for a family of three!
Besides, this was already a hundred times what Ye Hua had given. Any more, and possessing such a treasure might become a crime in itself, inviting unnecessary trouble.
"Of course! Thank you, miss!"
The old man accepted the spirit stones with delight, thanking her over and over.
"Let's go, then!"
The woman turned to her companions, thinking that she could finally leave. Having done another good deed today, she felt much more at ease.
Yet the instant she turned, she suddenly felt a powerful grip clamp around her calf, as though it meant to drag her to the ground.
"Ow, what the hell!"
The woman cried out as her body pitched forward.
Fortunately, the companion beside her reacted swiftly and caught her, sparing her an "intimate encounter" with the ground.
"What's going on?"
Still shaken, the woman looked down and saw the old beggar clutching her calf for dear life, muttering:
"Immortals, please show a little more kindness! Have mercy!
I really don't want to beg here anymore. Could you help me buy a house?"
As he spoke, there wasn't the slightest trace of shame on the old beggar's face. Instead, his hands kept rubbing the woman's white stockings, as though trying to soak up a little more "immortal aura," leaving a broad smear of grease and filth!
The woman stared at the carefully chosen stockings, once as white as clouds, then at the food and