Not That Simple
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
"Where's my hand? My hand?"
The strange and hoarse voice spread out, Feng Jiu's eyebrows curved up slightly and the sword in her hand condensed. Just as she was about to strike, she saw something that shocked her.
She saw the old woman searching for her arm, until when she finally saw her broken arm, she stretched out and the broken arm was sucked back over and connected at the point it had been severed from.
What was even stranger was that after her hand had condensed the blood that had melted into the magma, she actually saw the arm mending itself at quick speed, visible to the naked eye. She even stood there and twisted her arm as she looked at her.
How could a severed arm be reconnected like that? Even her, the Ghost Doctor was not able to reconnect a severed arm using such a strange method. What origin did this old woman come from? How could her severed arm reshape after that magma?
Magma? Reshaping?
Yes! She knew how!