After listening to Ye Chen and Oko's conversation, Weimeng, sharp-minded as ever, frowned slightly before confronting them both directly:
"Sweet Home. Fente. I've never heard those names before. Ye Chen, Oko, it seems you owe me a major explanation."
Oko explained with a somewhat apologetic expression:
"Sorry, those matters are private. I've only told Ye Chen about them in the past. I'll come clean to you and the others when the opportunity arises."
Ye Chen urged them sternly from the side:
"None of that matters right now. Stop dwelling on it and put it out of your minds."
As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, his gaze fell upon Weimeng's bloody right arm, and he calmly instructed:
"Weimeng, hold out your severed hand."
Having heard this, Weimeng reasonably chose not to press the matter any further. Instead, he followed Ye Chen's instruction and brought the still-bloody cross-section of his severed arm before him.
Ye Chen switched the Master-Swallowing Painted Python into an autonomous state, then raised his hand and condensed a mass of Pure Blood Body before transferring it all at once onto Weimeng's severed arm.
The liquid sphere of blood fused with Weimeng's arm, swiftly deforming and solidifying into a short blood-red blade that served as Weimeng's temporary prosthetic. Its edge was exceedingly sharp, its spine thick and sturdy, making it convenient for Weimeng to slash and defend himself in an emergency.
Weimeng curiously swung the blood blade a few times and found that it fitted securely into his arm. There was even an air cushion inside wrapping the wound to prevent further injury. It was practically a perfect prosthetic tailored specifically for Weimeng.
Unable to help himself, Weimeng remarked to Ye Chen:
"Your blood is really becoming more and more versatile."
Ye Chen raised his blood-crafted fingers and