Xiao Shengyin stood at Su Yu's feet, his entire body not even reaching Su Yu's toes.
He looked up at Su Yu's face, only feeling as if Su Yu was a divine figure descending into the world, like the sun hanging in the sky.
Each movement, every word, captivated people's souls.
Under such majesty, the little bit of old stubbornness in Xiao Shengyin's heart disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless awe.
In comparison to Su Yu's imposing figure and great power, what does his age matter, even if he has lived a thousand years?
"It seems that Mr. Su Yu has completely resurrected."
"Is this his full glory from ten thousand years ago? Truly magnificent..."
"I've lived nearly a thousand years; to follow such a god-like figure is fortune indeed."
"Speaking of which, who exactly was Mr. Su Yu's identity ten thousand years ago? His entire being seems made of light. I remember the Radiance Nun mentioned..."
