Lord of Ten Thousand

The water on the ground boiled, becoming a land of abundance, shrouded in mist.,Walking under the eaves, Li Yuan's lotus-patterned garment was soaked by the rain. The unrelenting wind still blew his black robe, causing it to rustle ominously.,It is now deep in the night. Every household's lights are out, and the entire city seems to have nothing but wind and rain left.。