"Does my lady have enemies in the academy?" Prince Kael raised an eyebrow, a trace of coldness flashing deep within his eyes. Anyone daring to be his wife's enemy would not be allowed an easy life.
Zora shook her head lightly, her smile calm and unbothered. "Nothing serious. Just minor grudges. It's no big deal."
Among spirit warriors, conflict was unavoidable.
Once strength entered the equation, even the smallest contradiction could be magnified. That was simply the nature of the path of cultivation.
The more outstanding one's talent, the more trouble follows. This was an unspoken rule.
And she, Zora, had never feared trouble.
If someone dared to provoke her, they should be prepared to pay the price.
Seeing her composed confidence, Prince Kael felt reassured. Such disputes were indeed normal, and as long as matters didn't spiral out of control, his wife was more than capable of handling them herself.
