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

in's place. No wonder this one lying on his back looks so lifeless...Compared to Jiang Wang's treatment, it is simply worlds apart.But what caught Jiang Wang's eye was that he should have met these tw...e flowing clouds, drifting about in this hall."What did you find" Jiang Wang asked.“I don’t know either.” Bai Yuntong mumbled, buzzing around like a fly without a head: “I feel like there’s something,...