Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

just needed to be lit and they would soar into the sky.Xiao Wang, the senior apprentice, was meticulously weaving in front of a half-finished lamp. Her ten fingers danced gracefully as she manipulated... fine-grained control, commanding thousands of hate-eating moths, able to be specific to each one.Compared to this, Jiang Wang's manipulation of the Divine Soul Firebird was like a child playing house...