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

anished.Jiang Wang panted, sword held high, as he stopped on the Jiantai.This was...an incredibly hard-won victory.He had already used all his means, while the young man in the brocade robe across fro...s banner, controlled the ways of "imprisonment," "trial," and "punishment." This self-proclaimed authority had reached its limit.But Zhu Sui's livelihood in the long night was also inseparable from th...