"Immortals, please show some mercy! Have pity on this lonely old man with no one to turn to!
"I haven't eaten a single grain of rice in seven days. Please spare a few spirit stones so I can buy a bite to eat!"
The old beggar's voice sounded like a dying wind, his sorrowful words enough to break hearts. His face, already resembling a lump of rotten mud,
was now smeared with bloody grime, making him look like a vengeful ghost. Snot poured like floodwaters bursting through a dam, threatening to run into his big yellow teeth.
"I... sigh, don't worry, old man. We are all emissaries of justice. How could we stand by coldly? We'll certainly find some spirit stones for you!"
Odin Rahhan had been about to unleash a torrent of curses, but then remembered how many people were watching. He needed to preserve his righteous image, so he changed his tune.
"You should all contribute some spirit stones too! Let those standing idly by see that we Westerners are all embodiments of justice!"
Odin Rahhan urged everyone to donate spirit stones as well. Hearing this, Aodejiao and the others reached into their robes and took some out.
"Old man, keep these spirit stones safe. Don't let that wicked thief steal them. Go buy yourself some delicious food!"
Odin Rahhan took out seven or eight lower-grade spirit stones and placed them in the now-empty bowl, offering his advice with an air of earnest concern.
Aodejiao and the others each put in a few lower-grade spirit stones too. Before long, the bowl could hold no more.
That was no obstacle for the old beggar. Swift as the wind, he swept the spirit stones into his robes. These spirit stones were his very lifeblood!
"Aodejiao, Ireland Duo'er, let's go.