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

y one person who could cause him to be so respectful—Zhuang Guoxian, the ruler of Zhuang.There was a middle-aged man with a peaceful countenance, gazing intently at the misty expanse of Fenglin City....nced at him, then drew the life-shadow pouch from his waist. Before him, he crushed it with true essence: "You can leave now. Surrender, beg for mercy, or hide somewhere. It's up to you. You've bought...