A mocking smile touched Zhaang Ye's lips as he watched Zhaang Jin, who was so terrified he had wet himself. By now, the residents of Three Rivers Town had noticed the conflict between Zhaang Ye and Zhaang Jin. Dozens of people gathered to watch, pointing at the wet stain on Zhaang Jin's crotch. No matter how thick-skinned Zhaang Jin was, he was so mortified that his face turned beet red. He wished a crack would open up in the ground so he could crawl into it.
"Zhaang Ye, you're ruthless! Here, take this! After this, I don't owe you anything!" Zhaang Jin snapped back to his senses. Seeing Zhaang Ye look like he was about to make another move, he panicked. He hastily pulled a few items from his robes and tossed them to Zhaang Ye before immediately helping his cousin up. Covering his face, he fled in disgrace.
'That kid thinks on his feet,' Zhaang Ye thought, catching the items and sheathing his Thick-Backed Saber.
