After Zhong Yuanliang crashed to the ground, he dazedly rubbed his head and then got up from the ground, sitting there with a blank look in his eyes.
After a long while, Zhong Yuanliang's eyes regained clarity. Looking at Qin Han, who lay in the Taishi Chair with a calm expression, the young master Zhong immediately became like a docile lamb, picking up the broom and starting to clean.
He finally understood why the old man had stopped talking, not because he couldn't judge if he could take ten moves from Qin Han, but because he didn't want to admit he was a fool.
Watching Zhong Yuanliang start to clean, Qin Han smiled faintly, appreciating that the boy could take things as they come—a good trait. Before his power had grown strong, any resistance in front of an enemy was futile, so rather than making useless efforts, it was better to go back and work hard.
