"Bella Green, you're talking nonsense. I can sue you for non-binding assault!"
Bella Green chuckled at that, and a few sharp edges flashed in her eyes.
"You actually reminded me—I can be the one to sue you."
The scene on stage, one beat after another, was like a farce, making the mentors below look rather ugly as well.
"Enough, we're not here to argue about whether the hit was real or fake. What's the point of all this?"
Alaric James spoke in a stern voice, then looked at the two of them.
"This wasn't supposed to be such a big deal, but since you both want to make an issue of it, then fine, let's make an issue of it. Bella Green, how do you prove that you didn't just hit Joanne Jordan?"
The moment Alaric James opened his mouth, the noisy venue instantly quieted down.
The two on stage: one was the grand-disciple of Old Master Jiang, the other a disciple who hadn't officially entered the sect yet.
Whichever side you leaned toward, it didn't seem right.
