Lu Yi sat paralyzed by the Wangchuan River, with a look of despair on his face, and his long disheveled hair made him even more miserable. He murmured: "He still doesn't want me, he still doesn't want me..." Is the reincarnation of the seventh life about to be given up? He doesn't know... That man named Hongfeng, Luyi has been waiting for you here for a hundred years. Isn't it time you came to pick him up? Qing Ming thought like this, but no one could answer him, because he was just a spectator now, and the previous seven lives had nothing to do with him...