"You two have recovered nicely," Jun Qianzi said with a smile, stopping before the glass container.
"What have you done to us?" Yuan Sou demanded, his expression dark and unsettled as he braced himself with both hands against the inner wall of the container to keep from falling.
"I simply rescued you," Jun Qianzi said nonchalantly. "Lian Xuanyao's sword is unstoppable by anyone in this world. At that time, Ghost Shovel was reduced to just a head, and Brother Pang, half your neck was slashed, leaving you bleeding, on the brink of death, and unconscious. I had no choice but to send you both back through the Zhao Ming Iron Plate, using a Secret Technique for emergency treatment."
"'Emergency treatment?'" Yuan Sou's expression changed slightly as he lifted his right arm. "You call this 'emergency treatment'?"
On the back of his right arm grew grape-like superfluous organs, including tumors, cysts, fingers, and even eyeballs.
