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

time to dwell on it. Jiang Wang sighed, "Master, how did I come to your attention""It's fate!" Ku Jue gritted his teeth.Jiang Wang: …There's no way to change this reason."Bitter Taste seemed to know t...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！orty years old. His nose bridge was slightly flattened, and his face was a bit too wide, making him not particularly handsome. However, he wasn't as ugly as that Qing Que fellow.Moreover, the strong o...