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

's secret scriptures."Did you figure anything out"An aged voice echoed behind him.There was a man with a spirited and alert gaze, his hair snowy white except for two strands of black hair that hung do... crimson cloak billowing in the wind.“Listen.” His eyes were half-closed, still a little sleepy: “I don’t know who’s coming, who’s lucky enough to see old me. But, listen!”“Zhu Yi fought side-by-side...