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

g to beat him up, or at least scold him, but he simply had no energy.>"Enough is enough." Jiang Wang said impatiently. "Here, there are only mindless specters and ghosts with chaotic spirits. Who do y...an Dao style of swordsmanship. From the vast and ephemeral concept of "human sea," to the specific Jian Dao, encompassing veterans, renowned scholars, youthful recklessness, those bound by fate, loves...