Seeing that Feng Xiaoyi was in a good mood, Du Youqian decided to strike while the iron was hot. "How could I? I said it was a gift to show my respect for you, Master. Now that you've accepted it, I'm only happy. How could I possibly feel heartbroken? But if Master thinks my devotion is commendable, perhaps you could tell me… is there any way to obtain the Red Blood Seven Transitions Technique?"
Feng Xiaoyi laughed. "You little monkey! So that's the trap you were laying for your master. No wonder you were suddenly so devoted."
Du Youqian protested, "I've always been devoted!"
Feng Xiaoyi tapped his forehead with a long, slender finger, as pale and delicate as a spring onion. "You have always been devoted, it's true. But you are *especially* devoted when you want something."
Du Youqian chuckled sheepishly.
He could sense that Feng Xiaoyi was still in a good mood. Her words weren't a reprimand, just playful banter.
