lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!",Throughout the battle, which raged within this nameless abandoned watchtower, no one paid it the slightest attention.,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.。