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

l, he had never left the monastery.A wind-beaten, yellow-faced old monk bumped into Fu Dongxu and, without a word, turned and walked away.“Halt!” Fu Dongxu exclaimed.He stepped forward, his voice ster...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ies.At the same time, Chong Xuan himself was also a talented and extraordinary cultivator. Chong Xuan possessed remarkable intelligence as well.Bowang Hou's dilemma, on a certain level, is also the st...