After finishing his meal, Du Yu tidied up the dining room, washed the dishes, and hurried to the living room.
Master Qing was standing on the lush open balcony, hands behind her back, gazing out the window, clearly having waited for some time.
The breeze lifted her jet-black hair and fluttered her elegant, flowing robe, which occasionally clung to her body, outlining a graceful silhouette.
In the north, there is a beauty, peerless and alone.
In this Otherworld, Du Yu suddenly understood the poems from his past life.
He wondered if Senior Brother Fu could truly live up to the name of "Sword Province" and whether he would ever have that otherworldly immortal bearing in the future.
"Master Qing." Du Yu called softly.
Yang Qingqing turned around and nodded gently. "Come here."
"Oh." Du Yu walked forward, eyes wide as he watched Master Qing's fingers press onto his Forehead Acupoint.
Forehead–Philtrum–Danzhong–Qi Sea.
