Su Yu felt a mysterious warmth welling up in his heart upon hearing these words. Although there were numerous Black Warriors gathered here over the past two days, hardly any had looked at him directly. In fact, many of them couldn't understand why Ada would choose such a weakling like him, a mere Silver Soldier of the Third Level, as the Master of Companion.
Among these Black Warriors, only Qi Ming treated him somewhat better. However, Qi Ming was just an ordinary member among the Black Warriors, and it wasn't fitting for him to go around explaining how outstanding Su Yu was, or how he had directly advanced from Bronze rank to Silver Third Rank.
The Black Warriors were rather indifferent to Su Yu's performance. Of course, there was no impolite behavior, but Su Yu couldn't help feeling a suffocating sense of frustration.
In such circumstances, the silver-haired man's comment brought warmth to Su Yu's heart, giving him a sense of recognition.
