When the vehicle returned to Xishu Garden, it was already afternoon.
Under Yang Qingqing's instructions, Lin Shiwei and Li Mengnan nodded repeatedly in agreement, respectfully bidding farewell to their master, and then drove away, heading home for some well-deserved rest.
Only Du Yu and Yang Qingqing were left standing at the entrance of the apartment building, watching the vehicle fade into the distance.
"What, you can't bear to say goodbye?" Seeing the complicated look on his young apprentice's face, Yang Qingqing teased with a smile.
"No, no." Du Yu quickly diverted his gaze.
There was nothing to be reluctant about. Outside the Otherworld Gate in Shiyan City, Du Yu had been alone in a small camp for seven days, not staying with his teammates.
The reason he felt downcast was merely because he had experienced something akin to the end of the world.
Of course, calling it an "end of the world" wasn't entirely accurate, it could at most be considered a crisis onset.
