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

lic slurry solidified into a crimson iron rod, which then quickly turned dark. Finally, it was placed on the anvil by the sparrow.“Come, you forge it yourself.” Lian Que handed over a hammer the size... of Sect Master.In comparison, the attempt to woo Jiang Wang was far less significant.He didn't say a word, turned around and flew into the night sky. He must be actively seeking ways to cope and get...