At this moment in the Nanling Clan, a middle‑aged man who had been lying drunk on the ground suddenly stood up, sweeping away all the stench of alcohol from when he'd been sprawled there…
Wisdom flashed in his eyes, and his hands were covered in calluses. One look and you'd know he was someone who often gripped things; there was no way a useless drunk could grow that many calluses.
These calluses only grow after years of braving wind and rain, sun and storm, and putting the body through heavy daily exercise.
Just from this you could tell this middle‑aged man was absolutely not someone lost in wine and women; his drunken debauchery was probably just a façade.
Soon after, the wise image of the middle‑aged man shifted again, and he turned back into that wine‑soaked bum. The change was so drastic it was hard to imagine he had a smart side at all.
