Chen Yuan gazed at the young beggar before him, chuckled lightly, and said indifferently,
"I was merely asking casually."
The beggar didn't dare to say much, even though he was a notable figure among the small community of beggars in Changshan Prefecture City, he definitely did not dare to offend those dressed in extraordinary attire.
Especially since he felt an inexplicable aura emanating from the young man across from him that made him, an experienced little beggar, involuntarily want to submit and prostrate himself, preventing him from underestimating the man.
They lived at the bottom of society, and their greatest skill was reading people and situations.
"Noble sir, would you like to pick a few pairs of straw sandals?"
Even though he knew that the other party was very likely just toying with him, he still didn't dare show any displeasure.
"I'll take all of these," Chen Yuan responded.
"All of them?"
