The beggar touched the pus-filled sores on his face, his hands trembling unceasingly. His speech was incoherent: "I… I definitely won't let him go again. I promise there won't be a next time! Don't kill me… please, don't kill me…"
"Don't be afraid, they're just a few bumps," the Greenwater Beggar said with a smile. "You're a beggar. Which beggar hasn't developed bumps before? As long as you do your work for me properly and don't mess up again, these bumps will vanish in no time. Do you still not trust my word?"
The beggar fervently wished the bumps on his face would disappear that very instant, but the Greenwater Beggar had lost interest in hearing him out.
A call was repeating endlessly in his ear:
"Great Ancestor of the Taoist Sect, I pray to you with utmost sincerity. Unwelcome guests have appeared in your domain. I report this to you immediately and stand ready to fight for you."
