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

Whatever you say goes!"Upon seeing his imposing presence, Jiang Wang let out a calm smile and sheathed his long sword."Are you even worthy of the Jiang surname"Regardless of how humiliated Jiang Wuya...ook at the spectators who squeezed in circles around the wall.>This tranquil tea room, once a place of peace, has become a platform for preaching.But apart from the burning with jealousy, Xu Xiangqian...