"It's a pity that our ancestors are old enough to pass on the bowl to me and sit in the same place. Otherwise, if he does, we won't be afraid of the cold autumn night and others." Su Muwei sighed. Su's ancestors had been here for hundreds of years. They had not been able to step into the realm of breaking the void. Naturally, they could not prolong their life span. Hundreds of years of old age are already the limit.

Su Mu said, glancing intentionally or unconsciously at Ye Dun. She knew Ye Dun's identity as a saint. From then on, she would follow the wishes of her ancestors...