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

ody…"Jiang Wang unconsciously muttered, her right hand instinctively forming seals. In the end, she was enveloped in a layer of white light.That light should have been a ghastly white, not a blazing o...didn't know that this was originally Zhuang Gaoxian's planned method of death for him. Of course, there was nothing to be happy about in this coincidence.However, whether we know or not, things have c...