Compared to before, Yang Qingqing felt more confident now, after all, she had become a Saint herself.
Xu Feikong: "A few days ago, I talked with your disciple for many hours, and we confirmed many things.
But in the end, Xiaodu said that everything must be reported to Master Qing."
Yang Qingqing smiled but didn't say much, instead gesturing towards the dining room: "Elder Xu, please."
"Please."
Everyone proceeded to the dining room and took their seats at Master Qing's command.
If it were ancient times, would these disciples even have the privilege to sit at the table?
Du Yu didn't quite know; anyway, he was placed next to Xu Feikong.
Everyone began dining, eating and chatting simultaneously.
Du Yu set his sights on the caramelized apple, picking it up with his chopsticks.
"Crunch!" Du Yu took a bite of the golden apple slice.
It was crispy and tender, fragrant and sweet.
"Mmm~" Little Fen Yang murmured softly, licking her lips.
