lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.,The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,He laughed, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, yet they vanished in an instant, scorched away.。