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

teeth and was about to speak.Just then, a voice rang out from afar: "Who is the esteemed guest visiting my Wangjiang City Daoist Temple"This voice was persistent, steadfast, like a stubborn rock, lea...d up. He never looks down on it.Moreover, there was also a habit of entering the illusory realm of Taixu at the hour of Dog."The swordsman 'Ning Jianke' would always be there at this time."It has almo...