His Majesty had been watching the lake for a whole day in Mingyue Tower.

The rain stopped in Lin'an.

The lonely boat on the West Lake was still floating.

The touch of the night had not changed at all.

The one on the lonely boat was Saint, who was about to break through.

The night didn't change, and there was no hope for Saint to make a breakthrough.

His Majesty knew that he would lose one threat in the chaos in ...