Chapter Sixteen: Furnace River of Iron

s!”Zhang Cuifang, who often works in the kiln, carries and fires tiles just as much as men. Her hands are calloused and rough like bricks from years of labor. When she slapped Zhang Hongya, a tooth f... is a glimmer I captured on the streets of Linzi at night... give it to yourself, remember peace."The golden Samādhi Divine Fire flew out, gently enveloping the pea-sized white flame."I will cherish t...