"Never would I have thought that Zuo Guanglie, like myself, would die in such a desolate backwater..." The man in the flame robe shifted his gaze, taking in his surroundings. With a hint of bewilderment, he asked, "What is this place called",Zuo Guanglie didn't shift his gaze, but his brows furrowed slightly. "Aren't you taking your companions with you",As he spoke, the robed cultivators who accompanied him began to form seals. Their movements were astonishingly synchronized, as if they had been carved from the same mold.。