Night Hansen lay on the bed tossing and turning, he himself laughed, got up and poured a glass of red wine, bright red liquid shaking in a transparent goblet, watching the red liquid flowing in the goblet, Night Hanshiao felt like a small person who was about to break the shackles.

Looking at the red liquid, he suddenly thought that he was right about Bai Qiuling. He reflected on his practice. He did not know whether it was right or not, but he only knew that he had to follow his own inner thoughts and follow his own real ideas. Only by doing so could he stand up to his...