President Mu slowly rolled up the sleeve on his left hand, and Xin Lin followed his arm with her gaze.
Upon seeing President Mu's hand, Xin Lin was taken aback.
President Mu was already not young, around fifty years old. This age, for a Spiritual Delicacy Master, wasn't particularly old; one could even say it was in one's prime.
On the surface, President Mu also appeared robust and strong, not like the usual frailty of an elderly person.
But his hand... Xin Lin saw a hand that was all skin and bones, and moreover, it was covered with scars of various sizes.
In her past life, Xin Lin had seen a considerable amount, and in this life, she had also acted as a half-trained doctor, so she could tell at a glance that President Mu's injuries were mainly from typical knife wounds, but more of them were bite marks.
