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

shed to grab it without taking precautions. His hand was already blistered with several burns. But besides raising an eyebrow, he didn't loosen his grip at all.The sparrow had already made up its mind...ow if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!A sword hummed softly.A sword as swift as a meteor chasing the moon, a rainbow piercing the sun, suddenly fell.Jiang Wang, sword in hand, stood...