lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.,“Even the formidable Nine Slayers Xuan Yin Formation is something he's willing to use. I should have died a long time ago. But this nameless temple...this place without even a name...how could such a nameless place be worthy of burying Zuo Guanglie!”,Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!。