Zhou Yan's face contorted as he roared, "Ye Xuan, don't push your luck! You want me to kowtow and apologize? Dream on..."
As the young master of the Zhou family, how could he possibly kowtow and admit his mistake in front of so many students? If word of this got out, how could he ever show his face in the academy again?
Ye Xuan's expression was frigid. "Oh dear, my leg is getting a little sore. I can barely hold it up anymore."
As if in response, Ye Xuan's right leg hovered over Zhou Yan's crotch, threatening to drop at any moment. This terrified Zhou Yan into blurting out, "Don't, don't... Ye Xuan, listen to me! Stomping down won't do you any good. How about this? Today was my fault. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. I'll compensate you, isn't that enough?"
As he spoke, Zhou Yan fumbled with a ring on his right hand, seemingly searching for something.
'A Storage Ring?'
