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

At that moment, he heard that incredibly familiar voice approaching him at an astonishing speed.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!“Sun! Little! Fat!”Sun Xiaoyan didn't...this mean He knows it very well.Memory manipulation!Such a thing is not something that a cultivator at the Tenglong Realm can accomplish.If he were only facing Xi Zi Chu himself, he could still stand...