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

nted to say, "Can't you guys get busy with some real work You just fool around all day. Don't you practice or study at all I, Jiang An'an, have to practice a set of punches every day! And I still have...of extraordinary brilliance, a blade born to steal the light from all others.But in Yan Shaofei's hands, it was so gentle, so mournful... such a heavy weight.>Yan Shaofei drew his sword, pointing it a...