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

lowed closely behind the whistling Earth Spike, charging towards Jiang Wang.In Jiang An'an's nervous gaze, Jiang Wang moved like the wind, lightly dodging the incoming spikes, unharmed.And the cultiva...g. Don't even mention the powerful young female town chief and the unkempt Zhang Hai, a cultivator who goes by that name. There's also Fan Qingqing, a senior Inner Palace cultivator. One could say it...