"Sorry, I do not take alms in exchange for something else," said a man sitting beside a bustling high-rise restaurant. He sat on a thick, soft mat, cross-legged, but one could tell he reached at least six feet in height when he stood up. He had long, streaked black hair that reached the floor, softly arched eyebrows, and deep blue eyes. The man wore a 'simple' dark grey robe, black pants, and black shoes. Beside him was a gourd and a curved plate with glistening coins on it.
"But The Great Beggar, I've walked past hundreds of planets for hundreds of years just to get here. Can you do me a favor?" the person in front of The Great Beggar said, urgency and worry in his voice. He wore very lascivious clothing—colorful, wide, and stylishly expensive. A solemn and suffocating aura surrounded him, making the onlookers stare at him, terrified and helpless.