Water just flows quietly, not changed by anything. Water is just water. The delicate fingers pick up a ray of water, and the water seems to have life. It dances with him, like a water spirit in the water. He always remembered that the person who taught him how to use the power of water was not only the person who raised him, but also his sworn enemy. As long as he could kill him, he could afford to pay any price, as long as he took revenge.