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

n corresponding array patterns and engravings, official roads became deserted and no beasts were seen on the plains.Ma Ti did not rush. Upon the horse's back, Zhang Linchuan's voice was neither hurri...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！n his hands and feet, looking like a prisoner. Today, however, his hands and feet are empty.And throughout the whole ordeal, Tian Anping remained within the city gates. Even when things turned sour, h...