"He still has the nerve to show up here. If I were him, I would have rolled out of Chang'an city a long time ago," the young man beside snorted coldly.
"After all, his legs are broken. How would he survive if he left Chang'an?" someone said with a mocking tone.
However, the beggar in the corner remained unmoved.
Simply turning his back to everyone, he quietly looked out the window, quietly drinking the wine in his hand.
"You filthy beggar, I'm talking to you. Did you not hear?" The lead young man stepped forward, shattered the beggar's wine cup with a slap, and said indifferently.
"Has the Lianjian Academy of Great Zhou fallen so low as to recruit such wretches?" The beggar slowly raised his head and spoke faintly.
His voice was hoarse, and he showed no anger, as if his state of mind were like still water.
"You dare to mock our Lianjian Academy?" the young man said icily.
"Look at the decrepit state you're in now. If it wasn't for the master's command forbidding your death,
