Master Wang Shijiu looked bewildered at the red-skirted girl in front of him, her right hand outstretched, her left hand tightly clutching a nearly melting sugar figurine.
"Wang Shijiu, give me money." She blinked, appearing playful and cute.
The white-haired old man subconsciously touched his sleeve, taking out the few taels of silver he had just received from the fortune teller, then suddenly paused, feeling something was amiss.
"Wang Anqi, when you abandoned me in Wanjing, didn't you take all my money, saying you'd keep it for me? That's my hard-earned money from the past six months of wandering the martial world, why are you asking me for money again?"
"It's all gone." Her tone was calm.
"Gone???" The white-haired old man was startled, seeing that she didn't carry much on her, he
