"If worse comes to worst, I'll give you silver," the man said. As he spoke, he reached for his money pouch, but after a while, he found nothing and muttered to himself, "Where's my silver? Where's my silver? How can I not have any silver?"
"Hmph, so you're going to give me silver? If you don't have any, I'll beat you," Yang Chuxia snorted.
"I don't have silver," the man admitted, spreading his hands. "Well, you can hit me then."
"Pff..." Yang Chuxia was somewhat speechless. What kind of person was this? But if he said to hit him, wouldn't it be a disservice not to?
As Yang Chuxia started to hit the man, he reflexively dodged. Judging by his evasive speed, Yang Chuxia figured that this person was not a simple man, skilled and apparently quite honest-faced.
"Didn't you say I could hit you? Why are you dodging?" Yang Chuxia asked.
"Instinctual reaction," the man replied candidly.
"Which village are you from?"
"I don't know."
