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

came from Jiang Wuqì's mother's family, so there were some things others couldn't say, but he didn't have to worry about it."It's the fourteenth prince," Jiang Wuqi corrected him."Ahem."A strong wind...this grand protective formation began to tremble, a cerulean-colored hand surged forth, snatching away all the blooming fireworks in an instant."It's a small world after all," Ao Huangzhong flew out f...