The people fighting below seemed to freeze as if someone had pressed a pause button, all of them locked in a standoff.
After a long while, once they had more or less confirmed that Zhang Deming was asleep, they each let out a long sigh of relief.
The old beggar mulled it over for a moment, then turned and went straight back inside, entering his own room.
"Boss, what do we do?" one of the five men who had been surrounding the old beggar asked.
"What else can we do?" the leader of the five replied helplessly. "This is a man who scared the Liuzhou Divine Beggar so badly he didn't even dare to fight, just cut off his own arm. Can we afford to provoke someone like that?"
"But the Bear Pounce Hand and Divine Movement Skill are right there for the taking. If we miss this golden opportunity to force it out of him, it'll be incredibly difficult for us to get our hands on a peerless technique again with our level of cultivation."
