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

have just reacted, so he scrambled up in a panic and turned to flee.>Once you fly out of this forest, the ghastly white smoke will disappear from sight, at least to the naked eye.In the mountains and... deeply: "Didn't I give him the silver""You dare insult my Master with silver!" Old Zheng, the third master, was furious. "Is this about silver">"Are the grandfathers short of silver!" the thin one ch...