lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,The barefoot masked man descended with a flip, his entire body falling in reverse. He let the precious knife feather eagle be consumed by the raging flames!,To a powerful cultivator, the small nation of Zhuang Guo was inconsequential. For Zhuang Guo's three thousand li of land, Fenglin City was as insignificant as dust. And even for Fenglin City itself, this dilapidated hermitage in the suburbs had long been forgotten.。