Ying Lin'er stormed over in a fury and swung a slap at that arm.
She had not used her full strength, but it was still enough to knock aside the arm of an ordinary grown man.
There had never been any weaklings in the Gador Empire's royal family.
The instant Ying Lin'er made her move, a young man who happened to be passing by narrowed his eyes.
He seemed quite interested in the speed of her strike.
But only he knew that his assessment of the target had acquired another variable.
At the same time, around five or six people noticed the scene, and the shop assistant who had been explaining things gently let out a startled cry.
Mu Fan, who had just extended his hand, froze. When the angry rebuke reached his ears, he already felt a gust of force sweep toward him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
His naturally outstretched left hand paused, then suddenly shook.
Bang!
The two arms collided.
"Ah."
Ying Lin'er cried out in pain. Her palm felt as if it had struck a steel plate, and all its force rebounded back into her body.
Mu Fan's left arm remained steadily suspended in midair. His palm had not landed on the crystal box, but it did not tremble in the slightest either.
"You actually hit me?"
The faint pain in her palm instantly misted Ying Lin'er's eyes with tears, along with barely concealed fury.
"Didn't you attack me first?"
Mu Fan withdrew his hand, turned around, and spoke calmly.
Their eyes met directly in that instant. Ying Lin'er froze when she saw his indifferent expression, clearly realizing that she seemed to have kicked an iron plate.
"Hmph!"
Knowing she was in the wrong, Ying Lin'er glared at Mu Fan, swallowed her resentment unwillingly, then turned