Unconsciously, he glanced at his master, who showed no reaction. He then looked at his parents, only to see a hint of amusement and laughter flicker in both their eyes.
"Yun Chen, this is your reward for winning this round. Take it." Feng Jiu flicked her wrist, and a medicine bottle landed in Hao'er's hand. She added, "If you win this next round, I'll give you another treasure."
Hao'er froze slightly. His Mother's words implied she approved of this sparring match?
Feng Ye rubbed his nose and stepped forward. It seemed he couldn't avoid this. Still, he'd never sparred with Hao'er before—how did his strength compare?
Mei Zhubao stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, glanced at Hao'er, then stepped aside. He hadn't expected to lose to him. He'd been certain of victory, yet here he was, defeated.
He drew a deep breath, telling himself It's alright—just a spar.
