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

has no fighting spirit at all, and is listless. What else could he be but a waste">He wasn't malicious, just naturally proud and couldn't stand to see someone who wasn't ambitious. Especially Master...noyed. He didn't want to be caught up in this charade.His gaze shifted lightly. He inadvertently met a pair of eyes that glinted with cold light.The owner of these eyes is quite handsome, dressed ele...