Gu Pan was startled for a moment. Was this old man really able to read faces? Was he truly a charlatan? Or a real master?
The old man looked at Gu Pan carefully, "You, you should be dead."
Gu Pan was surprised inside, not expecting the old man to be skilled, but naturally, she couldn't admit it openly, "Elder, you might have been mistaken this time. Am I not alive and well? Otherwise, why would I be out and about in broad daylight?"
The old man shook his head insistently, "No, no, this isn't right," he said, then reached to grab Gu Pan's hand, "Right hand, right hand, let me see your right hand."
Gu Pan didn't dodge, curious since it was rare for someone to notice this, she was intrigued to see what the old man would say.
The old man peeked at Gu Pan's palm, "Broken and then reattached? Bent, that's not right, straight again, what's going on here? In all my years, this is the first time I've seen such strange facial features and palm lines."
