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

ent to cultivation, relying solely on his talent."I don't need it either." Du Yexiao drank down his cup of wine and suddenly said, "I'm leaving."“Let’s go, where to” Jiang Wang asked.“Before, Wei Yan...escorted home by a crowd, but he politely declined their offer.It's fine that he came, but riding back in the sedan chair of Changsheng Palace inevitably invites suspicion.It was Jiang Wuqian's father...