The wooden statue of a deity in the Taoist temple was long gone, likely burned by beggars for fuel. But beneath the altar lay a child beggar, barely alive, motionless, perhaps counting down the days until his death - this was the reason the beggar had hesitated before.,“This is Zu Guanglie…” Mo Jingyu promptly severed the connection with the puppet Feiya. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings behind him, hovering beside Gong Yang Bai, his voice heavy and strained, “A man who almost single-handedly slaughtered through Hangu Pass!”,He seemed to be driven mad by the Zhu Rong's flame, losing his sanity.。