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

of its destruction are not afraid to be recognized.As soon as the character for "please" fell, the bowstring was already drawn.Jiang Wang's spirit and soul also stirred.And immediately, he opened the...iang Wang cried out loudly, heartbroken: "The sound is still in my ears, how can I bear it!">Xiang Bei suddenly whirled around, his body emitting ghostly energy, his halberd glowing with a blue light,...