At that, Old Hua casually smacked the little beggar on the head again. As the boy turned towards him, Old Hua farted in his face.
"Do you think the elders of Great Sects are like children who start fighting right away?" Old Hua continued. "Look, next he'll say he's going to teach you a lesson on behalf of the Sword Sect's ancestors. When it comes to fighting, you need a justification. With so many onlookers, even someone with a terrible reputation needs an excuse. That way, even though everyone knows what's really going on, they can't find a reason to condemn it."
The little beggar pinched his nose tightly, waving his hand to disperse the stench. He looked at Old Hua incredulously, just as he was about to fart back and accuse him of bragging, when—
