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

ll, sword drawn in hand.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!He had no sword in his hand!But his left hand formed a sword with its emptiness, already sword energy surging... Zhengren was certainly not the kind of person who would be oblivious to the situation. With Du Ruhui's friendly demeanor, he was practically terrified out of his wits.He was deeply moved and said, "S...