lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The convergence of Qi, the accumulation of clouds, and the layering of dark clouds, a combination of three esoteric arts, resulted in this torrential downpour!,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.,He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his gaunt and sickly appearance, even his breath that seemed almost to drift away, all spoke of an unfortunate reality.。