Xia Yuan was still chatting with his newly met little buddy. Although he thought the other was a little beggar, it was strange because he didn't feel that the person was dirty or unpleasant at all.
"My name is Xia Yuan, what's yours?"
"Me? I don't have a name."
"How can you not have a name? What does that old beggar, cough, cough, old Taoist call you?"
"Him? He never called me by any name."
The little beggar was being honest. The old Taoist had always been alone, and only the little beggar was around him.
Even if they didn't call each other by name when talking, they knew who the other was addressing.
Xia Yuan shrugged, feeling he should stop being hung up on the name, otherwise they'd have nothing to say.
"Ah, so why did you come to my house? Is there something?"
