“This is the true meaning of weathering any storm, ‘The Saint of Love’ title, well-deserved.”,Li Dan looked at the pointing fingers from all over the mountain, unconcerned. Then he skillfully put down the white wreath he had made overnight, picked up the microphone and spoke loudly towards Lingluo Peak.,Meanwhile, on the peak of a mountain not far from Lü Shiyao, a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man sat facing each other, looking down at the valley.。