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

g, and then became indifferent: "I remember. The fortune teller, after a lifetime of hard work, wanted me... to give him a sword."As soon as the sound fell.The blood-colored mist in the cave trembled,...wed fire as it pounced on Bi Fang. Its claws pressed against its blue wings, its mouth still carrying burning flames, yet it tilted its head to bite down on Bi Fang's neck!"Bi Fang!"Let me know if you...