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

.Here is the translation:Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!He could feel it, the pestilence spreading through its carriers, moving and drifting everywhere.Plague... just slumped to the ground."Dad!"A woman named Hong’er broke free from her restraints and threw herself onto the old man's body, weeping bitterly.A refined young cultivator floated down, with a casua...