It's not surprising to have a wound, but the strange part is at the edge of the wound.
It seems to emit an eerie dark green, like it's alive, flickering on and off.
"Huh?"
Liu Kun paused, pretended to be confused, and pulled up his sleeve to reveal his entire arm, "Is there a wound?"
"Did I see it wrong?"
The middle-aged man was taken aback, leaned closer for a careful look, and the rough skin was covered with old scars, but there was indeed no wound.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, he quickly replaced it with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, buddy, maybe the heavy rain dazzled my eyes, truly sorry."
"It's fine, we're all on the same side; being careful is understandable."
Liu Kun smiled, his tone completely normal, and turned back to look ahead as if the little incident had never happened.
But at an angle unseen by ordinary people, the Flame Eagle on his shoulder had changed its form.
