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

past, there was no need to cling to history now.The first thing to do is to streamline the dozens of existing branches, by eliminating some and merging others, leaving only nine in total. This will be...With a backhand slap, he struck Jingli monk on the head, leaving five muddy fingerprints: "You little brat, playing games like this!"The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He got up and...