Even Du Jiaojiao gave up. Naturally, no one else dared to compete in the square.
Everyone retreated a bit, waiting for Zhao Xing, the newly crowned strongest, to speak.
...
Zhao Xing hadn't spoken, and the others didn't dare to ask.
The winner took all; now if he said to take incense sticks, he could take them. As long as he waited, the others could only wait with him.
It wasn't just the opponents; even "his own people," Uncle Hu, Uncle Cang, and Yuan Bo were intimidated and didn't dare to approach.
It was still Mr. Zong who, unable to contain himself, asked, "Zhao Sanjia, what do you plan to do with ten incense sticks? If you don't take them, no one will dare to take them."
Zhao Xing thought for a moment, "I and Shen Zhui will take first and second. The rest, you can distribute as you see fit."
At sunrise, we had to descend the mountain. Taking more incense sticks wouldn't serve much purpose.
