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

miner or the extraordinary cultivator stationed at the mine, it was all to cover up the secret. He thought he had done a perfect job, but it turned out he still made a mistake.“Jia Cheng belongs to t... to you."Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!The cultivator from Zhāngzhōu's Yánggǔ was taken aback, almost flipping the flying boat.So you were just lending it, huh The way y...