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