Mo Qi wasn't an idiot.
'You want to fight just because you say so?'
'Are Secret Techniques free?'
The Power of the Dragon Vein was a finite resource; every bit used was a bit gone. Mo Qi had no intention of wasting it here.
Besides, setting aside whether he could even beat Xiao Shan, what would happen even if he did win?
One Xiao Shan would be dead, but the Xiao Family would still be around.
And Mo Qi would likely have to pay a terrible price, possibly including all his Power of the Dragon Vein.
Without the Power of the Dragon Vein, he would lose his foundation in the Hall of Envoys and the right to negotiate with Immortals on equal footing.
At that point, forget an Immortal Level expert—any random Void Realm Cultivator could probably take his life.
"You refuse?" Xiao Shan frowned. This was something he had never expected.
Looking at Mo Qi's unusually calm face, Xiao Shan suddenly realized that the boy's disposition was terrifyingly mature.
