*flick* Zhao Tian stood before Mo Zing, who was slumped against a tree, his body bruised and battered and despite the pain, Mo Zing managed a weary grin as he tilted his head up to look at Zhao Tian.
"That was a good fight.. but ended quickly."
Hearing his words, Zhao Tian gave a faint nod and Mo Zing reached out to the pouch hanging on his waist.
Tossing the pouch to Zhao Tian, Mo Zing tiredly leaned back on the tree trunk "You can have it..."
Zhao Tian was quite surprised, as he expected Mo Zing to be a cliche young master and say things like 'Do you know who I am and who my father is?'
The kind who would threaten him with vengeance for daring to best him in a fight.
But instead, Mo Zing surprised him with his calm demeanor and willingness to concede defeat with dignity.
Opening the pouch, he took half of the marbles and tossed it back to Mo Zing "You can have the rest..."
