This man had sword brows that reached his temples, a handsome and dignified bearing. His crimson flame-patterned robe was intricately and anciently woven, making him stand out from the crowd. However, at this moment, his hair was disheveled and his robe had some tears, revealing a touch of embarrassment.,Zuo Guanglie didn't shift his gaze, but his brows furrowed slightly. "Aren't you taking your companions with you",Within the scope of his spiritual insight, there are no secrets.。