Elder Grant's expression went blank for a moment, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
He had assessed many bones, but the bones of Keera had made a deep impression on him.
Her joints were weak and powerless, and her bones were soft. She was indeed not the right material for practicing martial arts. Even as she grew older, there was no improvement.
Therefore, Keera's parents had pleaded with Elder Grant several times, but he had never relented.
With such bones, even if one tried hard, they were destined to have no luck with martial arts. Perhaps Keera could learn something like dancing instead.
Even when she grew up, it was impossible for a change to occur.
But this time, after feeling her bones again, he was suddenly baffled by the bones of the person before him.
Were these the same soft and powerless bones of Keera?
No...
