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

off!"After chasing away AnAn, he pondered for a moment and picked up his brush to write a reply on the cloud-like paper:Greetings, fellow cultivator:Fenglin City is my hometown, and the maple forest...not here to listen to your stories." Zhuang Gaoxian was troubled and flustered. Even though he was a renowned expert of the world, with an unyielding heart and shrewdness that was unmatched, he found...