Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

.But he is already dead.Ling He let out a soft sigh, walked forward, took off his outer garment, and draped it over Fang Peng's face.Tu Yehu opened his mouth, as if wanting to curse, but ultimately co...By the mountain path, the old peach tree swayed its branches, with a hint of disdain in its movement, yet also a touch of familiarity.Xu San, with a green gourd suspended from his waist, materialized...