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

of swords, and the booming drums of war.The air was thick with the stench of blood and the scent of death. Even the bravest and most timid warriors had their eyes glazed over with a feverish intensit...d, afraid of Li Fengheng, Jiang Wuxie, and Fang Chong possibly teaming up.Just because of such a tiny possibility, was Le Zhaoqian, who was always the first in everything and thought himself the only...