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

At this moment, another voice drifted leisurely into the town hall.As everyone looked, it was a plump figure who squeezed in through the door. Seemingly, walking was too strenuous for him, so he walke... fragrance and soft jade meet in my arms. 。All-in and out of steam. 。Upon entering the divine realm, one must immediately keep pace with the combat rhythm of figures like Jiang Wang. Even possessing t...