C498 Holy Land 3

In this world, perhaps there really is a kind of love that is above life and death, like a moth to the flame.

At least, Yun Poxiao was like this to Su Yin.

The closer they got to the center of the holy land, the purer and purer the flame.

The so-called purity was that the flames were no longer scarlet, but were instead golden and transparent.

They did not surge, nor did they float randomly