A starship of the Galactic Alliance streaked through the sea of stars like a beam of light.
Outside the starship's treatment room, Guan Lie, Guan Lu, and Luo Qingshan waited anxiously. Every so often, they craned their necks to peer inside. A few pained groans drifted out now and then, making everyone uneasy.
"Dad, don't worry! Uncle-Master should be fine!"
Guan Lu held her father's arm and gently tried to reassure him. From the tension in Guan Lie's muscles, she could feel how worried and unsettled he was.
Guan Lie's tightly furrowed brows twitched. "You don't understand how much losing an arm would affect your Uncle-Master. He's a genius alchemist. You can keep him from cultivating, sure, but stopping him from refining pills would be worse than killing him. Even the pain from the Fire Toxin can't compare to the agony of being unable to refine pills!"
Luo Qingshan looked at them and smiled faintly.
"You don't need to worry. If Fang Mo said he could heal him, then he can. You don't know him well enough yet—he doesn't make empty boasts!"
At his words, a glimmer of hope lit Guan Lie's eyes. He smiled, too. "Old Luo, I just thought it had been a long time, so I got a little worried!"
Just then, the door to the treatment room opened, and Fang Mo walked out. He didn't look tired at all. Smiling, he looked at everyone.
"All done. Come in!"
Guan Lie jolted, then excitedly grabbed Fang Mo by the arm. "Xiao Mo, did you really heal him? Has Senior Brother's arm grown back?"
"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Fang Mo said with a smile, stepping aside from the doorway.
Guan Lie hurried inside. At a glance, he saw Xie Changmin sitting up, bare from the