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

a moment! Don't want..."The more pain, the more powerless.But Yan Chunhui's eyes, quietly, became murky again.He seemed to have spaced out: "I have a feeling I've forgotten something..."After thinking...the more you can feel its vastness.Standing around the gossip platform like a towering phantom behind a high wall, it was the Dharma aspect projected by masters of various schools who had come to prac...