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.,His aura rose explosively, his pressure as overwhelming as a mountain collapsing.,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.。