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

te-haired man's eyes. They were as transparent as a stream and as vast as the sky.The white-haired man looked at them with his eyes, at the two children who had been inseparable since childhood, a mea...asn't concerned about the state of the country, with his intelligence, there was nothing he couldn't see through.Yuwen Du touched his nose, knowing that his little trick couldn't fool anyone.Although...