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

unmoved.The old monk tasted bitterness but remained undeterred, continuing to mumble, “Who knows, even if I didn't scold him, he would still treat me with disrespect, nose not a nose, eyes not an eye!...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！ disparity in power, Zhuang Chengqian could easily shatter his primordial spirit with just a flick of his wrist.This really looks stupid!But even though he was in such a dominant position, Zhuang Chen...