From the Baihui Acupoint on the crown of his head to the Yongquan Acupoint on the soles of his feet, from the bones of his arms to those of his legs, he missed not a single spot.
Wherever his Inner Qi reached, he conducted a careful examination, only to re-confirm his previous judgment: it was, without a doubt, an Eighth-Grade Root Bone.
He withdrew his hand, the white glow at his fingertips completely dissipating. His brow furrowed deeply as he gave a slight shake of his head, the confusion in his heart growing even stronger.
'How on earth did this boy manage it?'
'Could he have taken some kind of forbidden medicine? But the examination revealed no signs of damage to his meridians. On the contrary, his bones and muscles were exceptionally solid, showing no signs of having been unnaturally forced to grow.'
'Could this young man have some other talent?' Steward Chen thought to himself.
