"Master Qing?"
Du Yu quickly approached the first-floor staircase, looking up and calling out twice, but still received no response.
It's clear that Du Yu is somewhat timid... uh, rather, dutiful.
Even in such an urgent situation, he still didn't dare to go upstairs to the second floor.
After all, ever since he moved into Master Qing's house, he had never been allowed to enter the second floor.
"Xiaobai." Du Yu turned and looked at Bai Yujing, "Go downstairs and bring my phone, Master might not be home."
"Nai~" Bai Yujing slightly raised his head, indicating to Du Yu behind him.
"Hmm?" Du Yu immediately turned around, just in time to see a tall figure floating down.
Du Yu's heart leaped with joy: "Master Qing!"
The woman was dressed in a sumptuous robe, still in a light green palace style. As the gentle breeze stirred, the robe's hem danced with a graceful melody.
Du Yu hurriedly stepped back a few steps, giving space for the Immortal Master.
