The news that the Wang brothers, Wang Wu and Wang Xiang, had been decisively killed spread like cold water splashed into boiling oil, instantly throwing the entire mining district into an uproar.
The brothers had held sway here for years. They were formidable, had plenty of underlings, and counted as ruthless figures even in Guandong, a lawless land.
Wang Wu in particular was one of the best among C-rankers, thanks to his Man and Horse as One swordsmanship and his Crimson Blood Horse.
And the result? Their lair had been razed in a thunderous assault by a few unfamiliar faces! The whole thing had been swift and clean; by the time anyone realized what was happening, the brothers and their men had already been wiped out.
The weight of this news sent a chill through all the factions in the mining district, large and small, while also arousing their intense curiosity.
In no time, the number of informants keeping watch around Wang Wu's lair had multiplied.
But dealing with them wasn't something Xiao Ran needed to worry about.
In the now-cleaned basement, Xiao Ran used the surgical equipment left behind by Wang Wu's gang to lay a girl on the operating table.
At his fingertips, fine silver threads seemed to come alive, probing deep into the girl's eye sockets and precisely locating the severed, atrophied ends of her optic nerves.
The silver threads moved like the most nimble embroidery needles. Under the absolute control of his mind, they drew the nerve fibers together, reconnecting, regenerating, and healing them in a process invisible to the naked eye.
The dead nerve pathways were reopened, and the atrophied tissue began to show faint but genuine signs of life, nourished by the vitality contained in the Fate's Suture Line.
The entire process demanded extreme