Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

egan to regret it, he had been too harsh just now.He crouched down, his hands resting on Jiang Annan's small shoulders. She was like a porcelain figurine too delicate to handle, as if with the slighte... and fell within the room before finally ceasing.The emaciated, bone-thin monk, like a sharp-edged stone, slammed before Jìnglǐ. He glanced at the pitiable young novice and his tone softened involunta...