"Status cannot represent anything."
Xia Shuiyun said, "Only by constantly growing stronger can one possess everything."
She could see that when Su Xiaomo spoke of the past, his eyes revealed a profound sense of inferiority. Her words had been meant to comfort him, but because her tone was cold, they immediately took on a different flavor.
"So!"
Su Xiaomo shot to his feet and strode over to Xia Shuiyun.
Whoosh!
He placed both hands on her fragrant shoulders and said with a solemn gaze, "After meeting Master, I, Su Jintang, am worthy of any woman under heaven—including you, Xia Shuiyun!"
Boom—
"Ow!"
Sun Yingquan, who had just slipped away, hurriedly turned back at the commotion. He saw Su Gousheng fly out of the courtyard and crash to the ground in a sorry state, leaving him puzzled. "Why did they start fighting?"
No, no!
I have to hurry back and support him!
Just as Sun Yingquan was about to turn back, Xia Shuiyun walked out. Her entire face was covered in frost, and the air around her instantly dropped to freezing point.
Damn!
This woman had blown up!
No, no.
I'd better get out of here quickly.
Su Xiaomo staggered to his feet, rubbed his struck chest, and grinned. "I can't beat you right now, but once I enter the Inner Sect and grow stronger, you won't have another chance."
"So confident?" Xia Shuiyun asked coldly.
Su Xiaomo brushed the dust from his clothes, then casually sat on a nearby rock with one foot propped up on it. Smiling, he said, "If I don't even have this much confidence, how could I ever be worthy of you?"
At this point, it was practically laying everything bare: I am worthy of you, and I want to pursue you!
Xia Shuiyun said, "Say