Mo Qingli looked somewhat troubled at Chen Yuan.
On one side were her friends from her circle, on the other was someone her uncle valued greatly.
Mo Qingli found herself a bit caught in the middle.
Moreover, she didn't quite believe in her heart that Yang Fei would dare to injure Chen Yuan brazenly in public.
"Brother, I'm honestly trying to guide you, it's alright."
Yang Fei's smile became increasingly friendly, making one think he was sincere.
"You want to spar with me?"
Chen Yuan smiled mildly, as if he had heard the most unbelievable thing in the world.
"Yes, don't worry, I promise not to use any spells or True Yuan, just ordinary Baji Fist, which is for elderly and children to exercise, even kindergartens have started teaching it, surely you can handle that?" Yang Fei seemed good-hearted.
"What if an accident happens during the spar?"
Chen Yuan asked.
"Don't worry, I won't harm you a bit." Yang Fei thumped his chest and said.
"Forget it."
