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

w-white monastic robe in his hand, and couldn't help but say, "He just wants to send this robe back to the temple, right"Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!He thought it....But....Of all the officials and nobles in the court, how many can truly escape the "common" waysHe silently thought to himself, wondering how long the clarity in the young man's eyes could last!After...