Chen Chang Sheng looked at Xuan Yuan Po who was in front of him and thought for a moment, “Try to transform your right arm.”
Xuan Yuan Po never had any hope for him to heal his wound and he was already irritated after sitting on the floor for such a long time. Now hearing Chen Chang Sheng wants him to transform his already handicapped right arm, his face turned nasty and he looked at Chen Chang Sheng as if he was about to eat him whole.
“Did you not hear what the master said?” Luo Luo said.
Xuan Yuan Po’s anger was put down and he began to try to transform.
Although his right arm was already handicap, but he could already transform himself without much thought. After a few moments, his arm was changed dramatically and kept on growing. It bursted out of his shirt and black furs began to grow out of the skin of his arm.
Chen Chang Sheng held his wrist and felt that strong heart beat. He could already feel the crooked veins and the messed up qi inside him. He searched sincerely and tired to understand while comparing the wound to the records on the Scrolls of the Way.
Time slowly passed and Xuan Yuan Po suddenly looked at him with some hope and nervousness.