Long Aotian's Soul Power Level

"Hmph. We're all classmates. Taking such a trivial matter to the dueling arena is a bit too shallow-minded."

Jiang Mu could only sigh helplessly as Vina spoke while still finding the time to shoot him a fierce glare.

If she didn't want to fight, she could have just said so.

Why beat around the bush? He had thought the other side was strong and had wanted to use this chance to temper himself.

Forget it, forget it.

Jiang Mu chose to take a step back and give Vina some face.

This could be considered the last time he repaid her kindness. Though perhaps it wasn't really kindness—more like repaying an apology.

An apology for the harsh words he had spoken to her that morning based on his assumptions.

Of course, he did not quite understand it. Under normal circumstances, since Long Aotian could reach that level of strength in the future, he should already have been very powerful now.

But no matter how he looked at it, Vina disagreed, so there would be no fight.

Since she did not want a conflict, there would be none.

"Fine?"

Jiang Mu waved his hand, preparing to get up and leave to see whether he could find some inspiration outside.

But Long Aotian was not having it.

"A spar between classmates is still just a spar, even if it takes place in the dueling arena. There isn't any conflict involved."

He clearly wanted to use Jiang Mu to establish his authority—to show everyone that no one could touch even a hair on his fiancée Vina's head.

Yet Vina's expression turned grave as she refuted him.

"You're being unreasonable. Stop dwelling on such trivial things."

Long Aotian clearly had not processed it. He scratched his head in confusion. "What's the big deal? It's only