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

rosperous as Xicheng's "Treasure Basin".People come and go, and vehicles flow like water.Zhen Xuan's carriage stopped at the mouth of the alley. Zhen Xuan and the fourteen clad in black armor got off... any other text you'd like translated!Chumeng's manic state was gone, he sadly said: "I don't want to die."Jiang Wang finally sighed: “I don’t want to either.”Please let me know if you have any other...