"Massacre, is that your way" Zu Guanglie curled the corner of his mouth into a sneer, his words unknown to whom. But a pair of eyes as bright as stars were gradually being covered by a cold emotion.,He extended a long, slender, white hand, his five fingers curled into a pocket.,From the front of the offering table to outside the Taoist temple, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps.。