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

-haired old woman’s gaunt hand clenched tightly, grabbing her knee, but quickly loosened again. Her voice was gentle. “Please sit.”The sacred clan's cultivation system is different, and it's difficult... while ago, and half of the blood in his body had already been drained. If Xiong Sans thought a little slower, he might have become a dried corpse!“Looks like we can’t stop for a moment.” Xiong Sansi...