Amid the sea of stars, a Galactic Alliance starship streaked through space like a stream of light.
Outside the starship's treatment room, Guan Lie, Guan Lu, and Luo Qingshan waited anxiously. From time to time, they craned their necks toward the treatment room. Painful muffled groans occasionally drifted out from within, leaving them uneasy.
"Dad, don't worry! Martial Uncle should be fine!"
Guan Lu clung to Guan Lie's arm and comforted him carefully. Through his taut muscles, she could feel the worry and unease he was feeling.
Guan Lie's tightly furrowed brows twitched slightly. "You don't understand what losing an arm means to your Martial Uncle. He's a genius alchemist. Telling him not to cultivate would be one thing, but telling him not to practice Alchemy would be worse than killing him. Even the pain of fire poison cannot compare to the agony of being unable to refine pills!"
Luo Qingshan looked at the two and smiled faintly.
"You don't need to worry. Since Fang Mo said he could heal him, then he definitely can. Don't you know him by now? He doesn't make empty boasts."
Guan Lie's eyes brightened slightly at those words, and he smiled as well.
"Elder Luo, I was only worried because it's been taking so long."
Buzz!
At that moment, the treatment room door opened, and Fang Mo walked out. He did not look exhausted, and he smiled at everyone.
"It's done. Come in."
Guan Lie shuddered violently, then excitedly grabbed Fang Mo's arm. "Little Mo, it's really healed? Senior Brother's arm grew back?"
"Go take a look and you'll know." Fang Mo smiled and stepped aside from the doorway.
Guan Lie hurried inside. At a glance, he saw Xie Changmin sitting up, his upper body bare on one side. With excitement filling his eyes,