Old Chou had originally planned to drop off Qin Liuxi at the Daoist Temple and then go back to report to Yu Qiucai, but to his surprise, Qin Liuxi called out to him, prompting him to come over.
"Is there any further instruction, Master?"
Qin Liuxi looked at the empty sleeve where his forearm used to be and said, "You've protected me on this journey, and I must repay you for that. Do you want to get your hand back?"
Old Chou was taken aback, blood rushing to his head as he stuttered, "Get, get it back?"
Could it be that the Master intends to use a spell to reattach his severed hand? Does the Mystic Sect have such divine skills?
His forearm had long since turned to ashes.
Qin Liuxi saw what he was thinking at a glance and said with a smile, "Your hand has been severed for many years, and even with the divine medicine of flesh and bone, another half cannot be regenerated. I don't have such divine skills. You are overthinking it."
