Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

parations and calculated the time; the soul candle should be safely delivered by now. As for those fellow cultivators..."Miaoyu paused for a moment, and closed the rouge box."Let him die then."Because... little flustered, and that sentence suddenly popped into my mind... I don't even know what Xianfangjing is."This little chubby dumpling does indeed have some fragmented memories popping up from time...