"It's the elbow!"
Li Xuan's gaze locked firmly with Duan Dong, the Marquis of Zhengdong. His voice was strong and resolute: "I've seen it before. It wasn't just a simple impact. There was a broken tendon, slight sprains in the fascia, accompanied by bone fractures."
"Fascia sprain?" The Marquis of Zhengdong looked at Li Xuan and then at the corpse of the Old Madame Duan. His expression grew solemn: "Why so?"
"I suspect it was caused by the repetitive tug-of-war of the force controlling Old Madame Duan, which likely originated from within her bones. I've read Master Liu Sanjie's notes, and the illusory fire of Zidie wouldn't be so brutal. No, it was too strong, leaving the victim with no will. So, if we can confirm this point, not only can it clear your adopted daughter's suspicion, but it can also help to find the real killer."
Li Xuan clasped his fist: "My Lord, I don't need to eviscerate the old lady. I just need to inspect her arm."
