C1185 Time Rules
The Skysoul Lake was long and narrow, like a crescent moon.
The setting sun shone down, covering the surface of the lake in a layer of gold. This made the number one lake of the Saint realm seem as if it were a dream or illusion.
Shen Jianfeng was fishing by the lake.
His fishing hook had always been straight.
He had never caught a fish.
However, it was strange. No matter when or where