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

ying to hide anything, and their voices sounded somewhat weak and lacking in conviction.The courtyard gate swung open.Jiang Wang then saw a boy so thin that his bones were showing.Farewell, Zhang Yong...u'd like me to translate!Tian Anping whom I last saw in Qixing Valley was different from Tian Anping today. Back then, he had shackles on his hands and feet, looking like a prisoner. Today, however, h...