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

in the palace had passed on the message, Li Jianqiu entered the hall.His peachwood sword was left outside the hall, so his left hip was empty at this moment. On his right hip, he hung a piece of green...that's all. I'm not unhappy."“Let my brother teach you!” Jiang An’an waved her little hand and said generously: “My brother is amazing!”Ye Qingyu casually said, "Things about cultivation... my father...