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

Mountain, a faint bell rang out of nowhere.The church bell rang suddenly, then faded away quietly.Everybody knows that something is changing on Chiyun Mountain.Jiao Xiong did not immediately go up th...hat's too fast!As soon as his eyes caught sight of the finger, that sword strike had already landed on his forehead!Before the white dew has completely fallen, winter solstice has not yet arrived.This...