A Transmigrator’s Privilege – Chapter 309

The late spring breeze blows. Near a stream at the foot of Mount Eltio, formed by the melting of eternal ice, the verdant fields are adorned with clusters of wildflowers, each flaunting their unique shapes and colors. Among them, one flower stands out, blooming alone rather than in a group. It is a Sainhwa, delicate and intricate like a silver...