lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Just this slight inflation, the crows in the sky self-ignite! The dark clouds disperse suddenly!,He slowly sheathed his sword, his voice as calm and steady as ever.,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.。