"No wandering here, go somewhere else," said the Kirin Demon guarding the pavilion.
Zhu Minglang gazed at the Kirin Demon, noticing something unusual about his wrist.
The arms of the Kirin Demon were claw-like, and legend had it that they were cursed by the Auspicious Holy Kirin—a Sin God destined to serve as its servant. Their half-human, half-demonic bloodline would pass down through generations, affecting children and descendants alike!
On his left wrist, the texture of Kirin scales differed noticeably from the blue and red scales covering the rest of his body, like an exquisite artwork meticulously crafted by a master artisan, except the wrist seemed devoid of color and patched with something improvised.
This reminded Zhu Minglang of those two ancient monsters beneath the sea.
"What happened to your hand?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"None of your business," said the Green and Red Kirin Demon.
