Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

Tower. She was sitting on a bamboo stool, just like a woman's portrait frozen in a mirror. Her green silk hair fell to her shoulders, her expression cold and quiet, with no ripples in her brows or ey...ook at this Plum Blossom Soul-chasing nail, this split petal blood mouth, these are all the methods of the Central Heaven Prison. I recognize them all clearly, there is absolutely no mistake."In his o...