The Story of the Twelve Zodiac Signs

Xuanju's claws clasped tightly at the gap in the clouds, and under his fingertips were frost particles condensed by the cold fairy mist, which rolled down with a little effort. It was lying behind the hanging rock on the west side of the Nantian Gate. Its gray-brown fur blended with the moss on the rock. Only a pair of bright black eyes stared at the jade steps leading to the Lingxiao Palace below. The jade steps were paved with white marble, and each step was engraved with a lotus pattern. It was now being plated with a layer of gold by the morning light. But in Xuan Ju's eyes, this glittering golden step was more dangerous than the Naihe Bridge in the Netherworld.