lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

As he spoke, the robed cultivators who accompanied him began to form seals. Their movements were astonishingly synchronized, as if they had been carved from the same mold.,A horde of menacing water snakes swarmed around Zuo Guanglie, their eyes glinting with malice. From all directions, it seemed as if he was trapped in an endless serpent's den!,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.。