In the latter half of the night, Gedanwei returned to camp without resting. He went straight to see Wu Qin.
"Gedanwei, what happened to your arm?" Seeing that one of Gedanwei's arms was missing below the elbow, Wu Qin asked in shock.
He feared that Gedanwei might have been attacked on his way back. Besides, Sangjin had said nothing about Gedanwei being injured, so Wu Qin's alarm was hardly surprising.
"I was attacked!" Gedanwei told Wu Qin in detail how he had gone to find Nangong Xue, only to be attacked with stones by the man at her side.
"That's what happened! Wu Qin, I never expected Nangong Xue to have such a formidable human by her side. It was completely beyond my imagination!" Whenever Gedanwei recalled Chen Mo's methods of attack and the instant his arm had been shattered, he could not stop himself from trembling.
It was not merely fear, but terror. It felt as though death had brushed past him, only a little bit away.
"He was that powerful?" Wu Qin asked incredulously.
"Would I lie about it?" Gedanwei held up his severed arm before Wu Qin and continued, "Would I amputate my own arm just to tell a lie?"
Looking at Gedanwei's severed limb and the bandages seeping with blood, Wu Qin nodded. "Perhaps you're right. And what you said reminded me of something Chafei told me before."
"What?" The moment Gedanwei heard Chafei's name, he became agitated. His reaction to Chafei had practically become instinctive.
"Don't get worked up. This is another matter," Wu Qin said, knowing Gedanwei's temperament and trying to calm him.
"Do you need your dressing changed, or should you rest first? We can talk properly tomorrow," Wu Qin said.
"No need! I was given painkillers, so I can still endure it.