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

you’ve got it all wrong!” Zhao Ruocheng, riding his horse forward, said, “A place at the table means exactly that. I want to see the confluence of the Yellow River, so help me get a seat where I can...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！s of low quality."Jiang Wang thought to himself, even an inferior broth might be quite delicious.But the waiter who served the dish had already carried away the jade basin on the dragon boat and gone...