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

Wang, but the black robe on his body and the madness in his eyes were still enough to distinguish them easily.As spiritual wisdom was born, Jiang Wang's inner demons took shape.His hand trembled, and...t Xiang Qian from having the possibility of avoiding battle.He glanced at the military order without expression: "Actually, you don't need to say anything. After I finish my business in the palace, I...