Time whizzed by.
Under the speed of Su Yu's fifth-grade low-tier Spirit Boat, in half a day's time, everyone had already arrived above Dan Mountain, with cultivators coming and going from Dan Mountain feeling the terrifying oppressive force of the Spirit Boat.
They had just looked up when the Spirit Boat in the sky had already disappeared without a trace.
That terrible Immortal Might and spiritual pressure also vanished.
But just as Su Yu retracted the Spirit Boat and was leading Su Zhi, Su Qingshan, and the others into the clan land, intending to go to the graveyard in the back mountain to pay respects to Yu Ke'er, a cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes.
The setting sun hung in the sky above, its golden rays spilled over the spirit plants that covered the mountains and fields.
On the path to the graveyard in the back mountain, Su Yu led Su Zhi and the others to a halt, his gaze cold and focused, watching the graveyard ahead for a long time.
