Ji Tian stopped eating her cake and headed straight for her target.
The white-haired old man was as disheveled as ever, and people passing by kept their distance from him, their faces filled with disgust, as if they couldn't understand how a beggar had managed to sneak into such a high-level venue.
Before the security could grab him and throw him out, Ji Tian found him first and dragged him by the collar to a secluded spot.
The white-haired old man nearly choked and said, while holding his collar, "Ouch, ouch, slow down, my back's about to fall apart."
Ji Tian cornered him and narrowed her eyes threateningly, "Where's my gold necklace?"
The white-haired old man caught his breath and realized it was the young girl from the mountain. He squinted and smiled, "Hey, what a coincidence, my dear disciple. Wasn't that gold necklace a token of your filial respect for me? I've pawned it for five thousand bucks."