A few minutes passed, and Li Banfeng felt no more itchiness.
Cui Tiq's face twisted in contortions as numerous bumps sprouted on his cheeks—he had transferred the disease left by the Greenwater Beggar onto himself.
"The Grandmaster's affliction is indeed... unique," Cui Tiq said with difficulty. "I've fulfilled my promise. Can I leave now?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "Before you leave, can you reveal some of your Grandmaster's intentions? Was the beggar sent by him?"
"He was sent by him; he takes great issue with your pioneering work."
"Why would he care about my pioneering? Because I've gathered a large number of people in Greenwater City?"
Cui Tiq shook his head. "I don't understand the specifics, but my advice to you is to continue doing what you want to do."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because that's the kind of person the Greenwater Beggar is. Even if you wanted to stop now, he wouldn't let you go."
"Farewell, friend. Don't touch the beggar's corpse again."
