Part-time Museum Blogger

The old hunter led the way at the front, trudging unevenly through the thick snow. Yet his neck seemed to have springs in it—every three steps, he turned back, his cloudy old eyes fixed firmly on Ke Yujia beside Su Bai.

More precisely, he was staring at Ke Yujia's right foot, which had been swollen like a steamed bun just moments ago but was now moving as briskly as ever.

This... this is downright ghostly!

The old hunter muttered frantically to himself, his weathered face flushing red from sheer shock. He had spent decades making a living in the forests of Changbai Mountain—what sprains and injuries had he not seen? With a sprain that severe, even the town's most experienced bone-setter would need over half an hour of massage with medicinal wine, followed by herbal poultices and more than half a month of rest.

But this outrageously young top-tier tycoon had merely kneaded it for a few minutes without using any medicine, and the girl was already hopping around full of life?

Old Li, the private driver, followed behind with a heavy hiking pack on his back. Seeing the old hunter's awestruck, provincial expression, he sneered inwardly.

As a driver personally selected by Xia Lin, Old Li knew perfectly well that it was entirely normal for a god-tier tycoon like Su Bai to possess any number of unbelievable abilities. He strode forward, lowered his voice, and warned the old hunter, "Don't look at what you shouldn't. Just lead the way properly. How could an ordinary person like you possibly fathom Mr. Su's abilities?"

The old hunter shuddered from head to toe and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, nodding and bowing as he quickened his pace. When he looked at Su Bai's back again, his eyes no longer held merely the ingratiating