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

He was a man with sword-like eyebrows and a high nose, looking very young. But the depth in his eyes would never let you mistake him for someone inexperienced.He was adorned in the imposing Liangyi ba...now. But I want to know first-hand how Lao San is doing.”The wind and rain on the road had honed him to be more rugged. He sat there like a heavy stone, silently enduring, resiliently gazing forward.S...