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

ny other text you'd like me to translate!The mask pressed against his chest, bringing no discomfort, as if... it were human.Liang Jiu was already accustomed to this feeling, and felt himself immersed...time."Like that... Thank you for reminding me." Shuragaran tried his best to remain calm.Just as if you encounter a ferocious beast deep in the mountains, the more fearful you are, the easier it is to...