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

y, but it drew a path as if fated, grasping the sword edge as though to grapple with him.The jade body, repressed and confined, cannot resist the sharp pangs of longing.Blood oozed from between his fi...lling that he would do anything, no matter how outlandish. For instance, Jiang Wang’s unprecedented victory this time…it's possible that it was fabricated as well.The country of Jing seems to speak no...