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.,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.",His jaw, his brows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all held a blade-like sharpness. Yet his gaze was placid, almost gentle.。