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

whipped around, spewing forth fire blossoms capable of inflicting real harm. The black figure seized the opportunity, burning through a sheet of paper with a flick of their wrist and then sweeping th...etail on this topic.“Don’t talk about useless things, you said you found the Dragon God's envoy”“Could there be any lie After the hunt, I was thinking of going hunting as well… Tch!” He suddenly stopp...