Regarding the New Year, Du Yu didn't have any special feelings.
After all, he had never experienced a joyful family gathering, and thus never had any expectations for any festival.
However, as a good apprentice, he still sent holiday wishes to Master Qing, but unfortunately, Master Qing did not respond at all.
The filial piety of Prince Du was thus lost like a stone sinking into the sea.
The next day, after 10 AM, Du Yu received the cultivation subsidies for the first quarter of 997.
Unwilling to give up, he took out 100,000 from the 150,000 and transferred it to Master Qing.
The reality, however, poured cold water over Du Yu.
A full 100,000 yuan couldn't even buy a single response from Master Qing...
Alright, they didn't even accept it.
"So busy." Du Yu rubbed his eyes and slept until after ten, truly indulging himself.
Mumbling softly to himself, he couldn't help feeling a bit worried, hoping that the task of the master wasn't too dangerous.
