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

slate!This is a timid little girl. Only when urged by her mother did she open her mouth slightly and whisper, "Brother."This Song concubine's silk garments were resplendent and vibrant, adding a touch...t, a sea chart almost witnesses countless years of war history between the human and sea races.Having stowed the crossbow, Jiang Wang didn't hesitate. He rushed off—his controlled sea beasts had disco...