Swish!
As Yinmu waved his huge sleeves, Su Yu felt a surge of turns and shifts, and in a fleeting moment, they had arrived at a different place.
This is the power of All Creations... Su Yu wondered in amazement.
He appeared at a wooden house that had been kept in perfect condition. The yard was full of lush greenery and had been maintained in a very tidy way. In the yard, a lone grave was lying quietly, the wording "Yaomu" carved upon it.
Su Yu looked at it and felt sorrowful. A master of the era had met his tranquil demise at this place, yet there had not been a single person of the same race to pray for him when he was drawing his last breath.
He stepped forward and bowed, paying his respects. He then asked, "Elder Yinmu, before Yaomu Daoren passed away, was he in any pain?"
Yinmu shook his head. "He died of old age naturally, so you don't have to feel too bad."
