An old man with snow-white hair, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a wooden staff concealed. He was walking toward the riverbank from behind.,After all, Su Mingren is getting up there in years. After circling a few times, his face was red and he was panting, unable to run any further.,In the air, a shadow completely enveloped in darkness, dragging an arc, was flying towards Xiaoshi Village.。