As soon as the words fell, a finely sculpted dragon head slowly surfaced from the waters of Purple Marsh Lake below.
But Du Yu wore an apologetic look: "Sorry, did I disturb your cultivation?"
After all, Celestial Cyan Porcelain was in the critical phase of cultivating to Supreme Level.
He slowly backed away, flying: "You'd better get back to your cultivation, I'll leave now."
"Ssss..." A faint dragon's hum drifted into Du Yu's ears.
Du Yu: "What did she say?"
Shatang: "Stay."
Little Fen Yang: "Qingci wants you to come over~"
Du Yu: "..."
Across the dazzling lake, the vertical pupils of Celestial Cyan Porcelain gazed at Du Yu from afar.
In those dragon eyes, which ought to inspire terror and awe in all living things, there was the trace of longing.
Du Yu suddenly realized—had he become the "blame"?
Uh... that's probably what it means.
Anyway, he had delayed her grand cultivation.
"Ssss..." Another faint dragon call sounded.
