Treating the injuries to Luo Zheng's hands was not difficult.
Luo Zheng himself had some pills that could regenerate flesh, but the newly grown flesh would differ quite considerably...
At first, Luo Zheng thought they would use some kind of miraculous elixir.
But when they came, they only did one thing: they took extraordinarily precise measurements.
From the severed ends of Luo Zheng's muscles to the thickness and width of his bones, they measured everything down to the finest detail.
After bustling about for two or three hours, the three of them left.
Mu Mingxue and Luo Zheng were both deeply puzzled. Were these people really here to heal his hands?
A day later, one of them—the leader—returned. He brought Luo Zheng outdoors, then measured the distance again. After walking a dozen or so steps from the door, he said, "This is the place. Come over here."
Luo Zheng stood where the man indicated, somewhat at a loss.
Although he had passed the Heavenly Rank Race's test, he did not actually understand the Heavenly Rank Race, nor did he know what method they intended to use.
The man grasped Luo Zheng's arm and adjusted its position. Then he nodded, retreated two steps, and made a gesture toward the sky...
Beneath the clear sky, which had been cloudless for ten thousand miles, dark clouds suddenly blanketed the heavens. Within those layers upon layers of clouds, two streaks of green lightning cut across the sky, like two Green Dragons flickering in and out of sight among the clouds!
"Crackle..."
Luo Zheng stared upward, but before he could even react, the two streaks of green lightning had already descended and struck both his hands!
The powerful force of the thunder made every hair on Luo Zheng's body stand on end. His thoughts nearly