"Handle this pressure well, manage your relationship with the world," Yang Qingqing said softly. "You are a kind person, Du Yu, and you have a heavy sense of responsibility.
I think that's the initial reason why Burning Sun Supreme chose you."
Du Yu only felt a heaviness on his shoulders, finally, Master Qing carried him downward.
Yang Qingqing: "Compared to the hope the outside world places on you, you clearly give yourself more, heavier pressure."
Du Yu: "..."
The woman's voice was gentle, speaking softly: "Don't be crushed by yourself, Du Yu."
A withered spirit branch quietly reached out, but it did not seek Du Yu, instead, it landed in Yang Qingqing's palm: "What's wrong with him?"
Yang Qingqing sighed lightly in her heart, a layer of demon soul appeared in her palm: "The closer he gets to becoming an emperor, the more anxious, the more unstable his mood becomes."
