Feng Huishan's Past

"Heaven has blessed you, young man. It is your luck that you met me" The old beggar flashed his yellow teeth as he looked at Feng Huishan.

Feng Huishan frowned as he looked at the old beggar with whom he had collided. When he saw how filthy the old beggar was, he felt a surge of disgust in his heart.

Being born into one of the most powerful clans in the upper world, he was raised in a closed environment, and all his close allies were from the powerful clans.

And, to be honest, he had very little contact with the filthy mortals, and the beggar in front of him was a mortal since he couldn't sense any power from him.

He could have killed the beggar with a flip of his hands if he had wanted to, but he didn't want to get his hands dirty by killing a lowlife.

He gave the beggar a disgusted look before turning around to leave. He wanted to change his robes, which had been ruined by filth.

And how the hell did that beggar say that it was his luck that he met him?