"Heh. What do you think?"
Wang Bi’Er’s pretty face was covered in a cold frost as she stared at Mo Ran and said frigidly.
Mo Ran had actually dared to use a Spiritual Attack on Tang Yi just now. In Wang Bi’Er’s mind, this was enough to sentence Mo Ran to death.
She hadn’t wanted to use her status to bully him, but this Mo Ran before her had gone too far.
Thank goodness her Brother Tang Yi was completely unharmed. Otherwise, even if Mo Ran were to die a thousand, even ten thousand times, it wouldn’t be enough to quell the hatred in Wang Bi’Er’s heart.
"I truly did not know you were a disciple of the Wang Family. Had I known, I would never have acted this way. Please, miss, forgive me."
Looking at the furious Wang Bi’Er, Mo Ran began to feel a tinge of regret.
After learning Wang Bi’Er’s identity, he knew that this time, he had provoked someone he absolutely shouldn’t have.
Wang Bi’Er herself wasn’t terrifying, but the people standing behind her were. They were a behemoth he could not afford to offend. If they pursued this matter, not only would disaster befall him, but even his Clan, his family, and his friends would be implicated.
"Heh, and what about you attacking my Brother Tang Yi just now? You think a simple ’forgive me’ is enough?" Wang Bi’Er said, pressing the issue calmly.
"I apologize to you both," Mo Ran said in a low voice, his attitude becoming extremely humble.
"If apologies were so useful, then who would ever take responsibility for their words and actions? For their own conduct?" Wang Bi’Er threw Mo Ran’s own words back at him.
Just moments ago, it was Mo Ran aggressively holding Wang Bi’Er accountable for her "mistake." Now, in an instant, the roles had completely reversed. The scene was so ironic it was hard to know whether to laugh or cry.
"This... I was just too angry, and that’s why I..."
Mo Ran was suddenly at a loss for what to do. Attacking Tang Yi truly was going too far.
If Mo Ran couldn’t resolve this matter properly, then from now on, there would be no place for him in the West Mansion.
This was an outcome he did not want to see.
"Angry? We didn’t do anything to provoke you, so what right do you have to be angry? What right do you have to lash out and hurt people just because you’re angry? The disciples of Dui Palace are so impressive. No wonder your strength is at the very bottom," Wang Bi’Er criticized coldly.
"Alright, Bi’Er, let it go. I won’t pursue it."
Tang Yi glanced at Bi’Er. Normally, Wang Bi’Er was sweet and gentle, well-mannered and virtuous, but now, because of him, she had turned into a shrew, cursing and scolding. It was actually quite amusing.
At the same time he found it amusing, Tang Yi was also slightly moved. He knew that Wang Bi’Er genuinely cared for him; otherwise, she wouldn’t have become so fierce on his behalf.
"You won’t pursue it?" Wang Bi’Er turned her head, looking at Tang Yi in confusion.
"That’s right. I won’t hold him responsible. It’s fine, let him go. I’m alright, anyway," Tang Yi said nonchalantly.
In truth, it wasn’t that Tang Yi wasn’t angry. He was furious. He’d even had the urge to strike out and kill Mo Ran in an instant.
However, if it hadn’t been for Mo Ran, he might not have experienced a Spiritual Attack so soon and learned about this type of soul-level attack technique.
To be honest, Tang Yi had Mo Ran to thank. It was fortunate that Mo Ran’s strength was low and the Spiritual Attack he used wasn’t powerful enough. This allowed Tang Yi to experience it ahead of time and become vigilant.
Otherwise, if a more powerful Martial Artist were to use a Spiritual Attack on him in the future, and Tang Yi was completely unprepared, he wouldn’t even know what hit him.
Furthermore, the reason he let Mo Ran go was that Mo Ran was a disciple of the Dui Palace. Since Tang Yi wanted to enter the Dui Palace, he didn’t want to make an enemy of one of its disciples before he had even joined.
"Thank you for your understanding, little brother. I sincerely apologize. If there’s ever anything you need me for in the future, just say the word. As long as it’s within my power, I will absolutely see it done for you, and done well!" Hearing Tang Yi say he would let him go, Mo Ran said gratefully.
"Alright, you can go. Don’t bother us anymore," Tang Yi said, waving his hand impatiently.
Hearing this, Mo Ran glanced at Wang Bi’Er. Seeing that she had turned away in what seemed to be tacit agreement, he didn’t linger and quickly left.
When the crowd of onlookers saw that Tang Yi’s group had only argued a bit without any fighting or real commotion, they lost interest. They dispersed and went back to their own business.
"Brother Tang Yi, why did you let him go? If you had just said the word, I would have made sure he was in for a world of hurt," Wang Bi’Er said fiercely after Mo Ran left, wrinkling her nose and clenching her little fists.
"Pfft!"
Hearing Wang Bi’Er’s words, Tang Yi burst out laughing. He booped her on the nose and said, "Our Bi’Er used to be so well-read and sensible, so gentle and virtuous. When did you become such a little shrew?"
"Ah!"
When he touched her nose, Wang Bi’Er froze as if she’d been zapped by electricity. Then, her face flushed red as she asked in a small voice, "Was I... Was I really that fierce just now?"
"You were like one of those aunties hawking wares at the market," Tang Yi chuckled.
"Hey!"
Wang Bi’Er shyly tapped Tang Yi’s shoulder, her face turning the color of a ripe apple.
Tang Yi clutched his arm, pretending to be in great pain.
It seemed their relationship had taken another step forward.
"Are we going or not? It’s almost dark."
Seeing the two of them acting so sweet, Mu Xianling, who was standing to the side, felt a pang of jealousy. Her lovely, willow-like eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Mu Xianling had seen Mo Ran’s second attack on Tang Yi from the sidelines and had been extremely anxious for him. However, she wasn’t as knowledgeable as Wang Bi’Er and didn’t know what a Spiritual Attack was, so she was completely unable to help.
When she saw Wang Bi’Er step forward to help Tang Yi and speak up for him, Mu Xianling had also wanted to say a few words in his defense, but she never got the chance to speak.
This feeling of powerlessness made Mu Xianling feel awful.
Now, seeing Wang Bi’Er and Tang Yi teasing each other, on top of feeling awful, an even greater sense of irritation washed over her.
’She didn’t even know what she was irritated about.’
’Maybe she was irritated that Tang Yi was with another woman, or maybe she was irritated by her own lack of strength... ’
If Tang Yi knew what Mu Xianling was thinking, he would surely sigh. ’Women... they truly are incomprehensible creatures.’
"Alright, enough playing around. Take us to see the Divine Will Hall." Tang Yi glanced at Mu Xianling without a word, then turned to Wang Bi’Er and gave the instruction.
"Okay," Wang Bi’Er nodded.
The group set off once more.
Before long, they arrived at the entrance of a grand and majestic hall.
Before the hall, two stone pillars stood tall, seeming to prop up the heavens. Mysterious characters were carved into their surfaces. The hall’s two great doors were also etched with two lifelike carvings, a dragon and a phoenix, giving them a magnificent golden splendor and a mystical air.
On the plaque above the main doors, the two words for "Divine Will" were written in an elegant, sweeping script, a true work of art. A single glance seemed to fill a person with boundless Power, making them feel spiritually invigorated and banishing all fatigue.

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