Su Yu's expression became slightly absentminded, scenes of his past encounters with Yu Ke'er surfaced in his mind, bringing feelings of guilt, a sense of loss, and a touch of sorrow.
In his early years, when he had stepped out from a minor family as a humble Qi Refinement disciple, he had never imagined what life would be like for him several hundred years later.
Yet now, truly and unmistakably, hundreds of years had passed.
The people and things from the past remained clear in his sight, but in reality, they were long gone.
Starting from the family elders of his youth to all those companions and clan members on the path of cultivation, and now with Yu Ke'er's death, the numbers of those who could accompany him on his journey were dwindling.
Time was ruthless, everyone in this world was being washed over by the tides of time.
