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

u with one breath.But Jiang Wuyou's hope that this sea sacrifice ceremony would end soon wasn't for this reason.>What worried her was that this grand sea festival wasn't the sort of occasion where som...ould enter a cycle of continuous decline.Li Jianqiu didn't speak, but dipped his finger in wine and wrote a single character on the table—“Yong.”Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to...