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

Wang controlled his emotions and still hugged Jiang An an, saying: "Don't call Zhao Ruocheng a 'little white face' in the future, he won't be happy."But he is really white."A 'white face' doesn't act...elf."“I and the people from Hell’s Gate have cooperated long ago.” Wu Yiyu quickly said, “My name is Wu Yiyu, an elder of Jindingmen. I have learned the true teachings of Jindingmen. The previous sect...