Xu Jiao's beauty was incomparable, but the scar had marred her otherwise perfect complexion with a slight blemish.
Now, however, it was completely different; with the scar gone, her freshly grown skin was snow-white and tender.
It truly showed no sign of ever having been damaged.
"It's miraculous!"
Someone gasped in amazement.
And when Wang Hao peeled off the scab from his hand, his fist looked completely renewed.
"What, even wounds can be healed? That's absurd."
If the previous scar healing was impressive, that alone would have been worth a billion, let alone this miraculous wound healing.
On the fifteenth floor of the hotel, there was a luxurious presidential suite.
At this moment, two elders were watching the conference through a live broadcast.
"This Zhang Xiaomeng is quite impressive, isn't he?" praised Elder Chen.
This Elder Chen was none other than Chen Yiyi's grandfather.
Sitting beside Elder Chen was Elder Murong, the host of this exchange meeting.
