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

it seemed he had some understanding of the background of what was happening. But I wonder why he called moving forward "a star of misfortune"... These words are harsh indeed.But this was not the time...aring a mask devoid of features, moved in an eerie and ghostly manner. She flitted about, appearing and disappearing at will. Every time she showed herself, a cultivator would meet their demise. One c...