The Greenwater Beggar was right before him, and He Jiaqing was in a brief state of panic before quickly calming down.
The button on his chest was still trembling. The contact had not been interrupted.
He Jiaqing was confident he could escape, but the condition was that he had to do so before being hit by the Greenwater Beggar's Technique.
"Elder, do we have any grievances between us?"
"Nothing of the sort," the Greenwater Beggar said with a smile, "I have a friend who would like to ask you a few questions. He wants to know which Taoist sect you hail from, what your cultivation level is, and why you went to his house to cause trouble for no apparent reason."
He Jiaqing was taken aback and replied deferentially, "Elder, I can tell you my Taoist Sect and cultivation level. But when you say I've caused trouble at your friend's house, I must say I'm a bit perplexed."
The Greenwater Beggar shrugged, "If you say you're confused, then you're lacking sincerity."
