The man in the flame-colored robe moved his fingers slightly, ready to erase these beggars.,Zuo Guanglie didn't shift his gaze, but his brows furrowed slightly. "Aren't you taking your companions with you",A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.。