[Lü Qingyu looked at your expression and burst out laughing.]
["Junior Brother Zhou, why do you look so unhappy?"]
[You let out a soft sigh and said in a deliberately profound tone, "I'm only worried that once I go there, my talent will no longer be possible to hide. Elder Nie has a keen eye for talent, and I won't be able to remain a carefree bamboo cutter in the back mountain anymore."]
["I'm afraid the entire Little Green Peak will have to rest on my shoulders from now on."]
[The young Qingyu girl laughed so hard she bent forward and backward. "Junior Brother Zhou, you're really funny."]
["A four-year-old Innate Realm cultivator—please, lead the way."]
[The two of you passed through the forest, gradually entering the depths of Little Green Peak.]
[You had never set foot here before. All you saw was a sea of slender bamboo, green waves stretching to the sky.]
[Halfway along the path, you suddenly heard the roar of water. A waterfall like a white ribbon poured down from the cliff face, and through the mist, a solitary figure could vaguely be seen standing atop a bluish stone by the pool.]
[The man was bare-chested beneath a robe of dark black, an ancient sword slung across his back. He was Du Yu, the Peak Master's second disciple.]
[This ascetic cultivator obsessed with the sword was much older than Lü Qingyu. He spent every day with his sword as his companion; even during such a major matter as Dragon Head Peak's visit, he had never shown his face.]
[At this moment, his eyes were closed in concentration, Sword Qi coiling around him as though he had not noticed the newcomers at all.]
[Other than Lü Qingyu and You Sanfeng, the peak had three more direct disciples—two