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

faint breeze seemed to stir in the depths of my being.Jiang Wang saw that from Zou Guanglie's grave, specks of silver light floated out, rising slowly in the moonlight and gathering into a small, sil...le, disciples from the Daoist Academies who frequently go on missions have fixed team compositions. For example, Zhang Linchuan and Wang Changxiang are both like this; they are both core figures in th...