"Alright, I've had my bowl of your wine. You lent me a hand, and I've repaid you with an Elixir. Farewell. We won't be meeting again."
After tossing the Elixir to Yi Qing, the Little Beggar said no more. He put down his bowl and shot to his feet, ready to leave.
"Haha, don't be in such a hurry. Old friends should at least catch up, don't you think?" Surprised that the Little Beggar was leaving after just one bowl of wine, Nie Yun shook his head and spoke with a smile.
"Old friends? You've got the wrong person. I don't know you!" The Little Beggar's brow furrowed.
"Don't know me? Haha, you can't be serious. Illusory Thousand Hands, we spent several years together…"
Nie Yun stopped abruptly, an embarrassed look on his face.
'Spending several years with Illusory Thousand Hands was something from my past life. It seems we actually haven't met in this life…'
