Yang Xiao was immersed in his memories, wondering if he had ever encountered a man with a red mark on the back of his hand, but he couldn't pinpoint the identity of this person.
The first person Yang Xiao thought of was that young Sect Master, whom he had met in the secret chamber of Ru Lin Academy. He remembered that the man had a scholarly air, very pale skin, and distinct finger joints, but no markings.
"Do you remember what the hand of the person who killed me looked like? Was it very thin, like a skeleton?" Yang Xiao pressed, speculating whether the person was from Withered Bone Pavilion, especially that elusive Master of Bone Pavilion.
But Su Tingting shook her head, indicating that although her memory was vague, she would have remembered if the hand was as thin as a skeleton.
If the hand wasn't skeletal, it couldn't have been from the Withered Bone Pavilion. Yang Xiao had many friends and enemies, and he couldn't immediately ascertain who had killed him.
