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

e White Bone Saint Lord's flesh puppet disintegrated, one sees a white bone gate.Two bone dragons bit each other's tails, forming a circular arch that revealed a portal swirling with an ethereal glow....t "governing a large country is like cooking a small fish," but it's not as simple as finding a chef to do it!But how the prince is doing, it's not his place to say. On the surface, he naturally said:...