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

a very long time...When he fell, Ye Qingyu was still waiting in place.>"Greetings, Daoist Ye."Jiang Wangchong smiled apologetically at her: "I apologize, Jiang Wang was rude."He and Ye Qingyu had met...turning the impossible into possible."Though there were some sarcastic remarks thrown at him, one had to admit that Jiang Mengxiong was indeed such a person.Finally, he said, "Then I look forward to i...