"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",Whoever enters this dungeon, will have their breath condense into frost after one breath, their blood freeze solid after two breaths, and their body turn to corpse within three.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。