Chapter 757: Message

e are human and how many are ghosts.A political game turned Zhao Xuanji's life into a desperate fight for survival.He probably never dreamt that the net Zhao Xuanji had painstakingly laid for decades,...Chapter 757: Newsed and eyes downcast, he merely chanted a Buddhist hymn."Amitabha Buddha."A single Buddhist chant, with a voice tinged with age and gravel, yet each syllable uttered with remarkable clarity.As if each...