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

master blacksmith, and without regard for whether the ground was clean, he immediately sat down cross-legged and began meditating, emptying his mind.The sparrowhawk was rubbing ore against the sword f... and stumbled into the left side chamber, stopping before a glass coffin.And Jiang Wang's hand held the Changxiangsi sword. The tip of the Changxiangsi sword was suspended right above Song Wanxi's bro...