Live for money, die for it

e My father and Junior Martial Brother would raise a yellow-skinned oneThey wouldn't even look at things that were impossible to use as medicine — they saw no value in them.The yellowish-skinned woman...aw a flash of silver.In the distance, on the mountain, there was a faint and ethereal silver glow.It seemed like a huge umbrella slowly unfolding, like a tiny moon.The more I looked, the more excited...