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

were clearly treated with much more care.The bed on the left, nearest the door, must be Ling He’s. He's always in charge of opening and closing the door. The bedding has a few inconspicuous patches,...Qijie, was enveloped by a hurricane as he descended from the sky. But the ghostly figure of the Ghost Gate also vanished at the same instant!Abruptly, Jiang Wang seemed to feel a gentle breeze brush p...