"Is it necessary?"
A hand emerged from the pocket.
Looking at Hua Xiaotian's eyes filled with tears and pleas.
Qin Fan inexplicably felt a softness in his heart, a feeling he couldn't believe.
Yes, seeing a man who stands tall amidst the world, worshiped by countless people, begging like a child through misty tears caused him to feel a rare sense of reluctance in his heart.
"Yes! Master Qin, without an answer, I'm afraid I will never have peace!" Hua Xiaotian choked out, sniffing to hide the mist in his eyes.
He didn't respond further.
Qin Fan nodded his head, pressing his lips together.
He stretched his hand forward.
His attitude was clear!
"Thank you!"
With these two words, Hua Xiaotian slowly turned around.
First, he gazed at the old drunkard.
Then he began to walk toward him.
"Old Master, are you really from the Heavenly Dao Institute?"
A meter in front of the old drunkard.
Hua Xiaotian stopped, trembling in voice.
No immediate answer.
