Chu Liuyue's face darkened. "Zhao Zicheng—"
Rong Xiu grabbed her hand, gave her a placating look, and let out a laugh. It appeared that Zhao Zicheng's words had no effect on him, for he didn't seem bothered or angry. "If I can prove that I'm good enough for Yue'er, then you'll have to take back your words and promise not to disturb her ever again. What do you think about this?"
Zhao Zicheng didn't expect this response from Rong Xiu. He frowned and returned the other's question with more of his own. "Prove? How can you prove it?"
"Whatever you can think of." Like a cold and misty landscape painting, Rong Xiu exuded an indescribable aura as he stood there calmly. His voice was light and calm as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all. The confidence he had could only be found in cultivators who were really strong.
