lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Outside the Maple Forest City, in the countryside, it was rare to see any people. There was only a small Taoist temple, which had long since fallen into disrepair.,The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,His forehead, with veins throbbing visibly, showed the immense pain he was enduring, but his gaze remained resolute. His other hand still clutched at the incantation seals.。