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.,"Here lies a fine skull, who will dare to sever it",Whether they are gifted individuals descended from ancient temple clans or members of renowned aristocratic bloodlines.。