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

ce to face with a figure who had just turned around.She was a beautiful mermaid, tending to her room before Jiang Wang arrived. She stood close to a zither, carefully cleaning its dust with an exquisi...is moment, Zhang Weihui only sneered: "Want to leave"One hand remained raised, still clutching the parchment, while the other lunged forward.From distant star realms, four rays of starlight descend.A...