It seems the disciple has taken good care of the Dust Spirit Deer clan.
Otherwise, it would be hard to gain such recognition.
"Master Qing." As the Immortal Deer descended, Du Yu dismounted and walked to the edge of the light green skirt.
He dared not go any further, afraid of stepping on the dress.
Yang Qingqing noticed her disciple's awkwardness and slowly stood up.
The light green dress receded, supported by the woman's tall figure.
"How is it, Master Qing?" Du Yu asked concernedly, "Is the Rose Emperor Spirit okay?"
"Yes." Yang Qingqing nodded gently.
Judging by her expression, the reshaping process of the Rose Emperor Spirit was going smoothly.
Suddenly, Little Fen Yang floated out: "Huahua is working hard~"
"That's good." Du Yu handed over the food.
"Stupid Du Yu." Little Fen Yang's face suddenly changed, she pouted unhappily at Du Yu.
"What's wrong?"
Little Fen Yang looked aggrieved, pouting: "You don't miss me, you don't come to see me."
Du Yu: "..."
