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

t mountains or old forests on either side of the river bank, or simply walking along both sides of that small river.Zhen Xuan clapped his hands excitedly: "Who cares! The people are already gathered,...s these painful visions, hallucinations, that were reminding him he was still alive.More and more moments of confusion made Linghe realize that his time awake was dwindling. In such a place, no one co...