"No... don't come over, I beg you, don't hit me." Seeing the old man, Hu Heng screamed instinctively, leaving the old man slightly bewildered.
The old man was dressed in tattered clothes, all patched up.
Moreover, it seemed he hadn't tidied up in a long time. He looked very shabby, with a long, messy beard, appearing like a beggar.
But he moved with ease, full of vigor. If cultivators were around, they would know he was a cultivator, and a very powerful one at that.
"Yo! Looks like you've been beaten pretty badly, but I have no grudge against you, so I won't hit you." The old beggar teased with a smile, seeing Hu Heng's miserable state.
"Really?" Hearing that the old beggar wouldn't hit him, Hu Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then what do you want?"
"I can teach you skills. I see you have extraordinary bones, very suitable to inherit my mantle. Would you be willing?" The old beggar handed Hu Heng a steamed bun, smiling as he asked.
