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

, writhed before my eyes.>Lin Zhenglun sat at the head of the table, clinking glasses with a new friend he had recently met. He listened to the flattering words of those present and felt very pleased...pletely trustworthy, always supportive, and well-informed elder to rely on.Dong A might be trustworthy, but with his upright character, if he knew that Jiang Wang had ties to the rogue cultivators, he...