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

alf.And he was indeed somewhat worried, without any hesitation."Just kidding." Weixun said.He took a casual step forward and walked to the front of the black-armored soldier carrying the Bamboo Biqion...spicuous as possible... It was agonizingly slow.A wild, uncultivated land, overgrown with thorns and brambles. Snake skins lay scattered like dry twigs.For someone who has never been here, it's hard...