Chapter Forty-Eight: Asking the Heart for Forgiveness

of Fenglin City.>With hair as black as ink, Du Ruhui stood with his hands clasped behind him. Though his face bore the marks of age, his spine remained straight as a spear.Throughout the entire natio... and earth, it seemed as if countless strings vibrated incessantly, shaking and breaking continuously.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Under the golden crown, Zhong Xi...