Chapter 43: One Strike's Might

od guard at the door. The bolt, in turn, nodded and bowed as he departed, seeming to have long since accustomed itself to this sense of identity.Jiang Wang closed her eyes and meditated for a while, t...d, in the process of growing...the dust it truly traverses along the way.Fallen petals trampled into dust... piled high as a decaying tower.>Originally, this is what's called "withering."For the first...