Chapter 779 Concession

Du Yongwu shook his head and said, "That's not it. But us men from the Northern Xingyi School are rough and poor; such fine dining is beyond us. Nephew Tie, you go ahead and eat. Once you've finished, let's proceed with the martial arts competition!"

Tie Weihua glanced at Du Yongwu's disciples who, at first sight, appeared rather well-dressed. However, it was obvious that their clothes were counterfeit goods bought from street stalls, and underneath their coats, their shirts were tattered and worn, revealing the level of poverty they lived in. The dry food they brought with them was simple fare like coarse grain pancakes, and they were devouring it with great appetite. Clearly, these people lived a tough life indeed!

Tie Weihua sighed. He knew that their refusal to come and eat was a matter of clinging to the last shred of their dignity. He could no longer insist on inviting them in, as doing so would trample on that dignity.