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

latives and honored guests. Few dared to look up, but they all pricked up their ears.Zhong Xuan Sheng knelt on the ground, his cultivation level was so high, that he was sweating profusely for a momen...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! even necessary in the demon realm.Here is the translation:At this moment, in the face of the divine, I behold—>Facing him was a tall and thin monk, with black lotus patterns on his forehead and clad...