C132 Hong Zhuang

Zhao Gaang approached with curiosity, examining the black patterns on Ye Chen's palms. "Your hands are tougher than ordinary magical artifacts. What kind of divine ability is this, and can you teach it to me?"

"Your aptitude isn't sufficient to learn this divine ability," Ye Chen responded with a serious tone.

"Oh, come on. If you're unwilling to teach me, just say so