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

n't like this.When Zhang Linchuan donned the white bone mask, his eyes held a hint of arrogance and detachment, perfectly embodying the image of a talented Daoist disciple from one of the Three Great...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ne hand to be precise.The left hand remained erect, while the right hand gently moved away, adopting a tender pose like plucking a flower. It flipped over and pressed lightly.A colossal Buddha's palm,...