lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.,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.,The beggar silently counted his steps, constantly telling himself, "I'm almost there."。