In Shu Qinghe's eyes, a rare hint of praise appeared: "So talented at such a young age."
Du Yu slightly lowered his gaze, adjusting his mental state, calm and unyielding: "Thank you for the compliment, Senior."
If he were on a mission by himself, he might have cracked a joke or brushed it off with some modesty.
But after all, he was here with Master Qing, representing the reputation of his sect.
Shu Qinghe looked into Du Yu's eyes, quietly observing for a while, then spoke: "Come, let's see if your clever idea will work."
Du Yu didn't respond immediately. He turned to look at Yang Qingqing, his expression full of curiosity.
Yang Qingqing smiled and walked over to Du Yu: "Let's go."
"Hmph." Seeing this, Shu Qinghe's figure slowly floated up, "Strict family discipline, I see."
Yang Qingqing glanced at the silent Du Yu, feeling a trace of satisfaction. She casually grabbed her beloved disciple by the nape of his neck and took off with him into the night sky.
