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.,“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!”,His jaw, his brows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all held a blade-like sharpness. Yet his gaze was placid, almost gentle.。