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

if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!For a moment, the two real people present spoke at the same time, making Jiang Wang speechless!Jiang Wuyou was definitely going to speak up, but...ised his head and looked at the broken Puti Jingmo Staff. He gazed at the upper half of the staff containing the Buddha's head, just like that, severed from its lower part.Her gaze.Since Zhao Ruocheng...