For gods, for the current Su Yu, none of these were difficult matters.
The three figures maintaining human forms were silent. In the center stood a woman, draped in a white robe, appearing quite young—merely in her twenties. Her face was so perfect it seemed almost unreal. To her left was a middle-aged man with a square face, his features stern and serious.
To her right was an old man who, at first glance, appeared benevolent and kindly, a staff in hand.
These two men and one woman quietly surveyed Su Yu in front of them, gradually revealing an indescribable oddity in their expressions.
