"Let me see what you want to do."
Byron decisively activated the [Sun Stone Calendar] in his left eye, causing time in the real world to gradually come to a halt, while another timeline slowly unfolded.
The historical influence accumulated on him instantly decreased from 139 points to 114 points.
When Byron opened his eyes again, it was already midnight.
A snow red plum blossom was left on the white marble stone bed.
The opulent bathroom was in disarray, with traces of the two everywhere from the bath, window, ceramic tiles, to marble columns.
At this moment, they had returned to the stone bed, Amita remained atop, fingers interlocked with his.
As extreme excitement gradually faded, Byron found himself utterly exhausted.
Amita lowered her head, full of guilt, not knowing how many times she had apologized:
"Saint Byron, I'm sorry.
You are a good man, but you will eventually leave. Those rigid and decayed Church Judges are no longer worthy of our trust.
