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

entering the Hanging Skull Forest, Qingqi Shu once said: "In the future, the one hanging on this tree could be me, or it could be my child.">Perhaps it was that very sentence that made up his mind an...ature, needing to look up to meet Ji Zhaonan's gaze.He wasn't particularly handsome, but the moment he looked up, his face came alive with brilliance!A hazy, soft light coalesced into the shape of a c...