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

ew that it was Xiang Qian's natal flying sword, instinctively protecting its master.This is a refinement concerning the heart of the Dao. When he wakes up, his path may be decided here.Let me know if...o matter who he is.""Naturally," Zhuang Gao Xian said, "The deputy prime minister of the state of Zhuang cannot die without a reason."Du Ruhui clutched the jade pendant in his fist, silent for a momen...