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

thoughts, jumping from one place to another.My head is buzzing.His head throbbed as if it were about to split open, countless knives carving within, chisels drilling into his skull. His body felt stif... as the Yellow River Gathering, compared to the overall situation in the world, the power of these young prodigies was still too weak....and its own value...Although he considered himself to be of ext...