Healing Gan Jiang and Mo Ya

The reception hall fell quiet.

Gan Jiang and Mo Ya exchanged a look. Both were Master Tier blacksmiths, experienced and well-informed.

After their right arms had been crippled, they had sought out many healing soul masters, and every one of them had shaken their head.

Some truly could not heal them. Some did not dare.

They knew who had done it, and they knew the power behind those people.

To dare heal their arms was to oppose Spirit Hall.

No independent healing soul master had that kind of courage.

"Young Master Xiao, you know healing too?" There was a trace of hesitation in Gan Jiang's tone. It was not that he did not believe Xiao Yun; it was that he did not dare believe it.

A twenty-year-old young man, with such superb artifact-refining methods, could also treat such an intractable condition? Could such an all-round genius really exist in this world?

"You only get one chance. Refuse, and I turn around and leave." Xiao Yun stood up, making as if to go.

Mo Ya hurriedly grabbed his sleeve.

"Young Master Xiao, that's not what we meant—" She turned to look at Gan Jiang, pleading in her eyes.

Gan Moye grew anxious too. "Father, Mother, just let Young Master Xiao try! You've seen it over these seven days too. Young Master Xiao isn't an ordinary person. His method of purifying metal, his method of forging weapons—have you ever seen anything like it? I certainly haven't. He can do things we can't. Maybe he really can heal your arms!"

Gan Jiang was silent for a moment. Looking at his daughter's anxious gaze, then at Xiao Yun's calm face, he finally nodded. "Then we'll have to trouble Young Master Xiao."

The door to the Inner Chamber closed.

Gan Jiang took off his upper