"Qingci, calm down." Du Yu urged Lu Fei to come forward, persuading the Supreme Lord through the contract.
However, Celestial Cyan Porcelain still stood on the Water Curtain, her claws tightly gripping the handle of the Cold Lake Sword.
Not only that, but she also lowered her dragon head, as if questioning something.
"Nai~" The tiny figure of Bai Yujing swept past the grand Dragon Boat and the side of the sword, arriving at the handle.
"Qingci?" Du Yu flipped off Lu, placing both hands on an icy claw toe, looking up at the enormous dragon head.
"Hiss..." Accompanied by a faint dragon chant, the massive dragon claw finally loosened and slowly moved to the side.
"Nai~" Bai Yujing hurriedly dodged, slipping out through the gaps between the dragon toes, landing beside Du Yu.
Du Yu breathed a sigh of relief and patted the handle of the Cold Lake Sword: "Sorry, Sword Saint, she has quite a temper."
Cold Lake Sword: "..."
