The beggar froze for a moment.
A moment ago, it felt as if a warm current swept through his heart.
He never imagined that at his age, he would be comforted by a little child.
Zhi'er took out a few copper coins from her own wallet and placed them in his hand.
"Take it to buy some food~"
In that brief moment of silence, Zhi'er had already picked up the paper kite and ran off to play with the Fang Brothers.
It was unclear when the beggar quietly left.
A while later, Feng Fuce arrived at the Martial Arts Training Ground with two Xiu Luo Envoys.
The young boy was dressed in a black robe with silver edges today, which accentuated his tall and slender figure and gave off a naturally indifferent aura.
Beneath his long eyebrows was a pair of cold eyes that remained calm and clear at all times.
Feng Fuce was there to pick up Zhi'er.
Bai Xilie informed him after returning to the palace that the little one hoped he would come.
