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

f driving that sword was always within his own control.He came up with the idea himself and found the opportunity.Billions of stars, he cut them out one by one with his sword. One star beast after ano...r, my eyes can only see the silvery white tiles and cannot penetrate this tangible barrier.But he believed that the mysterious canine yokai, and the organization represented by the Tai Ping ghost offi...