"Kirin Child?"
Xia Yu raised an eyebrow.
The letter was delivered under the name of Dragon Head Zhu Ji, and the content could be summed up in one sentence—congratulations on being selected as the 12th generation Kirin Child of the Chinese Realm.
He couldn't help but sigh emotionally.
Time had unconsciously arrived at the beginning of May, with the weather transitioning from the cool and slightly warm spring season to the beginning of the hot summer.
It seemed like the last time he boarded the Loulin Ship and learned about the 'Kirin Child' was during the New Year's Hunt in January, wasn't it?
In the blink of an eye, nearly half a year had passed.
The title of "Kirin Child," once thought unattainable and not even dared to hope for, now crowned him, adding a more dazzling halo to his name, a title that only 11 outstanding individuals had been chosen for since its inception.
