Zhu Long to the left

The old fellow coils himself there, just waiting to see which naughty brat runs wild so he can eat them... ” In the remote mountains where few humans tread, someone was softly reciting a story. As the recitation ended, they began to laugh. “Does that brat not fear I'll come knocking on his door by spreading such rumors? ” As the voice faded, the silent wilderness was suddenly filled with the clashing ring of metal. The crimson behemoth vanished into a deep pool, leaving behind an old storybook on the shore. The open pages of the storybook had turned slightly yellow, and a line of text was written upon them— “In the southern mountains lies a temple, where the Crimson Immortal sleeps. Eyes like golden fire, body like red steel. Breathing with the wind and rain, illuminating the light and dark of all living beings. Named Nanzhu. ”