"Boom!"
Accompanied by an astonishing explosion, Golden Body Du Yu pierced through the Heaven-covering Robe and dove into the mountain.
Rocks flew, and shockwaves spread everywhere.
Yang Qingqing patted the horse's back, and the Ghostly Horse immediately descended.
"Neeeigh~"
The Wind Trace Steed neighed, a wild wind blowing forward, sweeping away the thick smoke and dust, causing boulders to roll chaotically.
"Alright," Yang Qingqing said softly, as the Wind Trace Steed quietly merged into her body.
Immediately after, Yang Qingqing floated down diagonally, extending a Rose Vine from her hand to clear the pile of chaotic rocks before her.
Finally, the figure of Golden Body Du Yu came into view.
His smiling face and crying face appeared strange to Yang Qingqing.
Honestly, whether it's a smiling face or a crying face, she found it hard to accept.
Firstly, her student hadn't cried much, so Yang Qingqing didn't know what Du Yu looked like when crying.
