In the era when he was six, there had actually been someone—a peerless powerhouse—following his father.
He could not be looked upon directly!
An incomparably formidable existence!
Su Yu set up a grand formation, sealing everything away. Grabbing the others, he slowly drifted toward his home, floating backward. He did not look at them directly, lest he be discovered and his memories be interrupted.
Su Yu was fairly familiar with this.
In his memories, as long as he did not scrutinize them too closely or investigate carefully, it would be difficult for the other party to notice him across sixteen years.
He drifted down into his home. Su Yu faced away from his younger self, away from his father, away from that phantom. At this moment, the room contained Su Yu's group, the phantom, and Su Long.
Su Long was chatting with little Su Yu, seemingly in an excellent mood. He kept laughing. "We're rich!"
"Dad, did you pick up money?"
"More or less!"
Su Long chuckled. "Anyway, we're rich! Son, let me show you something, but don't let anyone else see it... Look, your dad picked this up—a book! A golden book!"
"Do you know what a golden book is? In the past, anyone who dared use a golden book was a big shot... Even now, if we sold it as gold, we'd be rich. I value it greatly. I'll find a chance to sell it... Then we'll make a fortune!"
"But we have to be careful, in case someone sees the treasure and gets greedy. That would be troublesome. Anyway, it's definitely a treasure!"
"It just won't open. I don't know if it was made in the shape of a book or if I simply can't open it... This thing might even be some supreme cultivation treasure..."
"..."