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.,Left Guanglie's face remained unchanged. With both hands he pulled, and a flame blade materialized in his palm.,Not until all the Daoists had left and the token in his hand shattered did Li Yi slightly tilt his head to look at the expanding Zhu Rong fire seed.。