Ying Lin rushed over in anger, slapping at the arm.
She didn't use her full strength, but this amount of force was enough to knock away the arm of an average adult man.
The Royal Family of the Gardot Empire never had weaklings.
As Ying Lin struck, a young man "happening" to pass by narrowed his eyes.
He seemed quite interested in the speed of her attack.
Only he knew, however, that his evaluation of the target had introduced a new variable.
Simultaneously, about five or six people noticed the scene, and the sales assistant who was explaining things gently let out a gasp.
Mu Fan, who had just extended his hand, hesitated as the scolding voice reached his ear, and felt a gust of wind sweep past, causing his eyes to slightly narrow.
His originally outstretched left hand paused, then shook violently.
With a bang!
Two arms collided.
"Ah."
Ying Lin let out a cry of pain, feeling as if her palm had struck a steel plate, with all the force bouncing back into her body.
