At midnight.
At the pavilion by the lake in the City Lord Manor.
Shen Ping looked at the resplendent aurora descending from the sky and the remaining excitement in his heart completely calmed down. Ever since he was forced to leave the five continents and four seas, his mind had actually been in a tense state. Whether it was resolving the crisis of the Derivative Beast in the Nine Continents Tower or facing the pressure brought by the upper echelons of the Immortal Dao of the various races, he could only grit his teeth and endure.
One had to know that he was a cautious and steady person deep down, but in order to shoulder the responsibility, he could only constantly run around the Strange Beast Gate and the western district of the Abyss of Supreme Darkness. But now, half of the pressure had dissipated.
Although he could not stop yet, at least the weight in his heart had eased a lot. The lake water rippled. The cold wind blew.
