lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie didn't shift his gaze, but his brows furrowed slightly. "Aren't you taking your companions with you",A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,And this arcane art is a secret technique passed down through the Gongyang family of Qin, a renowned clan who wielded it through their bloodline. It is known as Xuanbing Jail.。