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

wash their clothes! Are they revering me, or secretly resentful of me!"Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Zhang Jing shrank her neck and muttered softly, "It's just a sm...ter. Because at that time, he did nothing, just watched the forty-nine celestial shadows, felt the response of "Shou Nan Chang Sheng Jing" across time and space, and gazed at Ren Qiu Li's "True."As ti...