Ye Wuming abruptly burst out with qi, attempting to shake off Zhao Changhe’s iron grip on her wrist.0

Unfortunately, given the power difference between them, simply unleashing a burst of internal energy was no longer enough to break free.0

Her other hand lashed out, and Zhao Changhe met her blow-for-blow. They carried out exchange after rapid exchange. Yet that offending hand remained firmly locked in place, unwavering in its hold.0

Ling Ruoyu could not bear to watch. She could not help but feel like the two were so much like her and Birdy when they were bickering. They looked immature, ridiculous, and even a bit childish; it was especially so since neither dared to exert their full strength. The fight looked less like a duel and more like a pair of cats batting at each other.0

She wondered what it must feel like for a kid to watch their dad flirting with their mom. Ling Ruoyu was so mortified that her toes were practically trying to carve out a hole for her to hide in. If only a bottle of soy sauce would roll by so she could go off and buy it….2

Meanwhile, Ye Wuming had to admit that when forced to fight purely on skill without resorting to overwhelming power, Zhao Changhe was now her equal. She actually could not best him.0

He began inching closer to the hand he still held, lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in. She was about to unleash a power well beyond the rules of their mock battle. But then, right before his face reached her hand, Zhao Changhe suddenly let go, grinning as he gave her hand a playful squeeze on the way out. “Blindie…”0

Ye Wuming retracted her power at once, seething. “Do you have any sense of the bigger picture?”0

“You are accusing me of that?” Zhao Changhe replied with a breezy laugh. “You’re the one who was about to break the rules. I’m the one who stopped before things got out of hand. Who’s lacking the sense of the bigger picture here?”0

He brought the hand he used to hold hers to his nose,...0