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

before the Lin clan's territory, his expression cold and stern, showing no hint of jest.Lin Zhengli was stunned. There wasn't a hint of fear, just pure surprise, even a sense of absurdity.Just three...he most striking feature was on their faces, with several reddish diagonal lines on each side. The man kneeling before everyone else, a tall and strong adult, had the most, with eight lines. The fewe...