"They're really the same!"
Bai Zhengxuan also glanced at the old scar on Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's arm, instinctively extended his own arm.
He was wearing short sleeves, and his arm was directly exposed with a scar not very deep, yet very noticeable.
The scar was somewhat large, appearing old.
About the size of a baby's fist, the scar was irregular in shape.
The likelihood of two people having identical irregular scars is zero.
Yet the scars on Bai Zhengxuan and Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's arms were exactly the same.
They seemed to be carved out of a mold.
If one insisted on saying they're different, it's that Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's scar had a lighter color.
And that Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan's arm muscles were fuller.
The skin on Bai Zhengxuan's arm was loose, like that of all elderly people, with wrinkles.
Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan touched the scar on his arm and instinctively tried to cover it.
