Seeing that Zhong Zuoming had said as much, Mo Huasong felt that not taking out his items would seem like he didn't respect his teacher, right?
So, Mo Huasong simply opened up his storage bag and started pouring things out.
The sounds of "clang, clang, clang" kept ringing out, and before long, Zhong Zuoming's counter was covered in items.
Zhong Zuoming's eyes bulged as big as round tables. My goodness, that counter was huge, typically used for people to place items for transactions.
But Mo Batian had filled it up with his items all at once, and he was still pouring more out. The items spilled over the counter, since there was no room for them, and continued to fall onto the floor.
"How much stuff do you have in there?" Zhong Zuoming exclaimed in shock.
"Not much left, only about half," smiled Mo Huasong, a hint of disdain showing on his face. It was as if he could produce these items with a mere flick of his wrist.
