Two weeks later, at dusk.
Amidst endless vines, a figure flickered unpredictably, darting and dodging.
Sidestep, retreat, block, sweep, rapid fire—every move was purposeful, a pleasure to watch.
Sitting on a leaf sofa, Yang Qingqing watched Du Yu with an appreciative gaze.
Especially when Du Yu drew a Fire Arrow from his bow and stabbed the oncoming vine behind him, that resolute look on his face seemed to let Yang Qingqing catch a glimpse of him many years later, bravely fighting Demon Beasts on the battlefield.
People often say you can see what someone will become from how they are at three years old. In just over two weeks, Yang Qingqing had already seen glimpses of Du Yu's future.
Provided the Paper Crane Disciple's talent is sufficient, and he won't get stuck at some stage's level.
Suddenly, Yang Qingqing's naturally draping fingers twitched slightly.
"Dong!"—a dull thud!
