Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

re, here, hot mutton soup, fragrant white-boiled mutton!Jiang Wang felt that her mind was light, and yet very far away."Senior Brother Jiang, hehe, I want to ask you for some swordsmanship advice!""No...ngsheng Palace hanged himself, which was a shocking case in itself.But the reason behind it was even more terrifying, directly tracing back to seventeen years of history, all the way to the 38th year...