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

A human, in the dead of night at Qingjiang River, stealthily scooped a creature out of the water with a sack. What did he want to do What did this mean“Why did he do that” Jiang Wang realized his voic...t as if countless small hands were around him, frantically pulling and tugging at him, pinning him firmly in place.Fire arose from all around him.The flamebird shrieked, and eight sounds burned the se...