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

covering that there was still a battle going on. The fight between Dou Zhao had ended even earlier.He was a man with long hair tied up in a bun, eyebrows like autumn knives, and bright eyes.The man wo...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！dhered to the principle of low-profile that a subterranean sect should follow. He was going to wash away the insults inflicted upon Black Lotus Temple and avenge his deceased junior brother.He wants t...