Lin Ling's mind echoed with Fang Yue's words, and he was left in a daze.
Could a hand just... reattach itself?
What kind of monstrous constitution was this?
Unconvinced, he immediately went over and fiddled with Fang Yue's hand. He squeezed it and pounded it, but couldn't find the slightest trace of an injury or a reattached limb.
So... it really had reattached?
You're the most terrifying anomaly of all! You can even reattach a hand!
Lin Ling was thoroughly unhappy. Several times, he wanted to use more force and see if he could cripple Fang Yue's hand again right under Lord Han's nose.
But in the end, it was just a thought. He couldn't bring himself to do something so vicious.
Still, his tone turned downright nasty, dripping with jealousy.
"So what if your hand reattached? It's nothing special! That's all there is to it!"
"Huh? What are you talking about? Could it be that you're... jealous of me?"
"I'm jealous of your grandpa!"
Lin Ling's face darkened.
If he weren't still so badly injured, that fist as big as a sandbag would have landed on Fang Yue's face.
Lord Han, however, was delighted to see Fang Yue back in good health and marveled at the recovery.
A hand or foot being severed was a very serious injury for any Martial Artist.
It could end their Martial Path, and even if it didn't, recovering from a severed hand would take at least a year or two.
Yet Fang Yue had managed to reattach his severed limb in less than a day through sheer self-healing. It was simply unbelievable.
"Lord Han, Captain Lin, I'm fine now. Is there any task you need me to take care of?"
Once the two of them confirmed he was all right, Fang Yue eagerly