But I don't want to expose my terrifying regenerative ability just yet.
"Alright."
Murong Fenghua didn't make things difficult for Wen Zhixing and simply raised her hand to point.
A flicker of spiritual light blossomed, landing on part of Wen Zhixing's arm.
HISS!
A foul-smelling wisp of green smoke rose.
Wen Zhixing clenched his teeth against the pain, feeling the unknown force within his arm being purged.
Soon, the green smoke dispersed.
Part of Wen Zhixing's arm had already lost its flesh and blood; some tissue had turned a shriveled, black-brown color, clearly devoid of vitality.
But at least the injury was no longer worsening.
"Take this, and don't go meddling with that thing again."
Murong Fenghua casually tossed over a bottle of elixirs, then continued, "Follow me."
