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

, Zhuang Gaoxian!Zhuang Gaoen had to admit, the fist of this decrepit old man put pressure on him, a being like himself. But only pressure.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to trans...—two-year-old Bao Xuanjing.Miao Yuzhi had already gotten used to this place.He said as he entered, “Why do you insist on seeing Jiang Wang It seems he’s already suspicious.”Bao Xuanjing giggled, her c...