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

nd the tall figure crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom.Hearing the name he cried out before he died, Jiang Wang said nothing. He turned his sword and looked at the rabbit-faced man.Let me kno...Grand Cultivator from the Inner Mansion, why were they so kind to her Having experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships since childhood, she knew the reason all too well.As long as she...