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

u'd like me to translate!In the Hall of Heavenly Immortals, a fire burned without flames.Strangely, Jiang Wang subconsciously understood that this black candle could burn for fifteen minutes before di... cultivator from Tianfu, have ended up like this!Woman, probably seeing that he had finally recognized reality, moved her finger away. Her fingertips brushed past his straight nose, and her voice rema...