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

roughout the night.Hearing this, Weiwei smiled faintly: "Then you're in danger. I might have a chance of breaking in successfully, but you definitely can't do it now."Jiang Wang shook his head. “If yo...y gains."Ning Shuang's expression turned serene as she drew her sword, its light dancing in the air. She moved with grace, following his words.Upon seeing the skull, she understood the unsaid words of...