was suspended over a roaring fire.Above the iron pot...Naked human corpses, hanging like trees.Each has its flaws.Some have been cut almost in half.Some saw bare bones.Through the drifting white mist,...this strike when fighting against Zhuo!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!So, in the eyes of all the spectators——Gan Chang'an, with the tip of his four-inch dagger, held...
Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming