Kong Chan glanced at Xia Wenjin as if he had never met her before, greeted with a single palm, maintaining his dignified demeanor as a high monk. His voice was clear and resonant, saying, "Let the benefactor lend me your hand for a look!"
Xia Wenjin extended her hand.
The hand, fair and delicate, was exceptionally beautiful.
After examining the palm's lines, Kong Chan was about to touch the bones when he withdrew his hand midway and simply said, "Turn it over."
Xia Wenjin flipped her hand, revealing the back.
Kong Chan studied it carefully, glanced at Xia Wenjin's face, and then began pinching her joints again.
This time, however, the joint-pinching was brief, only lasting two rounds before he withdrew his hand. Looking at Xia Wenjin, he said very seriously, "Benefactor... also has the appearance of early death!"
Everyone: "…"
The Abbott of Shian Temple, Master Ming Cheng, could not help but speak up, "Uncle Kong Chan!"
