lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

He lowered his head, gazing at his blazing hands, and murmured, "Indeed worthy of being a forbidden art of the imperial court. In this power, I seem to see... the true nature of fire.",This power was not something that Zuo Guanglie, with his dwindling strength, could control. He was merely a trigger, a conduit, using his genius and determination to allow the true might of Zhulong to be unleashed into this world, even for a brief moment.,As the five fingers spread, precisely at that moment, the seeds of Zhu Rong burst forth.。