The beggar seemed to be in a deep sleep, but his expression was somewhat pained.
Since he still had to wait for Qin Ying, Li Qingfeng gently nudged the beggar.
"Uncle, wake up… Uncle."
"Cough cough"
The beggar woke up, a dry cough escaping his lips. His cloudy eyes opened, but his expression remained blank, and he was still slumped on the ground.
"Uncle, why are you lying here? Are you… from the village?"
Li Qingfeng pointed to Peach Blossom Dock not far away.
The beggar slowly turned to him, his expression still dull, and just stared at him.
"Uncle? Do you know what happened in Peach Blossom Dock?"
"Peach Blossom Dock."
The beggar finally spoke, but he kept repeating some indistinct words.
"Immortal Village."
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became. His eyes and expression suddenly turned painful, and his entire dirty face twisted into a knot.
He struggled to get up from the ground, his muddy hands slapping at the inscription on the stone tablet.
