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

before me matched the accounts of those three cultivators from Yuecheng. Young, wearing simple black martial robes, with shoulder-length hair and a long sword. Yet... it wasn't Zhang Linchuan!She ori...even the bronze cauldron, which looked like a monstrous maw ready to devour his flesh at any moment.As all the demons gathered near the celestial demon altar, looking up to the legend of a generation,...