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

rate nature of this commotion was rather obvious, but Chong Xuan didn't care.With a reach out, the intangible yet palpable force "pulled" the shadowy figure right before him.>This person's hair was a...screen" the Yellow River surging, its turbid currents rushing rapidly.All around are mirrored walls, reflecting the long river beneath the viewing platform!The water level is rising wildly.The mighty...