lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Never would I have thought that Zuo Guanglie, like myself, would die in such a desolate backwater..." The man in the flame robe shifted his gaze, taking in his surroundings. With a hint of bewilderment, he asked, "What is this place called",The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,He slowly, slowly crouched down, crouching was too tiring, so he simply sat down.。