lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The ice turned to water, the water to steam. No matter if it was a chaotic snake's pit or an icy prison, everything crumbled in an instant. In the swirling white steam, Zuo Guanglie had become a human torch.,From the front of the offering table to outside the Taoist temple, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps.,Now he stood before the remains of Zuo Guanglie. This arduous journey had finally reached its end—if that pile of flesh could still be called a body.。