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

ter Liu engrossed in work at his desk, furiously scribbling away.As soon as he saw him, Xi Zichu gritted out three words from between his teeth: "Master Liu!"“Oh, it’s the young master,” Liu Shisheng... Qi had been waiting for a long time for such a moment. It would have happened today or tomorrow anyway.The thirty-two years that Xia Guo called "never forgetting to advance eastward" were also the t...