lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

It was yet again twilight, and a star fell from the sky. Several beggars who had taken refuge in the dilapidated temple were utterly terrified and kowtowing outside its gate. Hearing someone asking them a question, one of them stammered out, "S-s... Immortal Master, this is at the outskirts of Fenglin City, and this temple... I... we don't know its name.",But to some who cast their eyes upon this place, they seemed no stronger than an ant, nor swifter than a snail.,Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of a raging river. That surging and tumultuous flow was Zuo Guanglie's blood boiling!。