With Ning Xiaochuan's current cultivation, reattaching the leg he had just cut off was an exceedingly simple matter.
Most of the Ninth-Grade Mystic Beast blood in that severed leg had already been extracted by Ning Xiaochuan and preserved.
The blood of a Ninth-Grade Mystic Beast was not medicinal material that could be found easily.
White Fox Young Master's severed leg was quickly reattached. Coupled with a Ninth-Grade Mystic Beast's formidable recovery ability, in less than an hour, White Fox Young Master would be able to walk as swiftly as the wind, completely recovered from his injuries.
"Haha! My severed leg actually healed! Ye Nantian, Nie Lanxin, I will make the two of you die horribly!" White Fox Young Master clenched his fists tightly and roared sharply at the sky.
His voice was filled with resentment, shaking the ground until flying sand and rolling stones filled the air.
He shot Ning Xiaochuan a glare, his brows knitting together as he said coldly, "Ning Xiaochuan, you helped me reattach my severed leg. You surely have no good intentions, do you? What exactly do you want me to do for you?"
With his hands behind his back, Ning Xiaochuan gazed into the distance and said, "Twelve hundred li from here lies an ancient black city. It was once inhabited by the mount of the Heavenly Emperor. Within the city is a Spiritually-Connected Rare Medicine. I hope you can retrieve it for me. Bring the rare medicine back to me, and I will return the Blood City Iron Seal to you. From then on, all grievances between us will be wiped clean in one stroke."
"A Spiritually-Connected Rare Medicine."
Once White Fox Young Master's leg injury had healed, he had already developed the intent to kill Ning Xiaochuan. Yet when Ning Xiaochuan mentioned the