At this point, Sikong Jing turned around again and drew over Zhang Duiyi's torn-off arm, swiftly reattaching it for him.
The entire sequence flowed like drifting clouds and running water, completed in merely a few breaths.
Then, without waiting for the Zhang siblings to recover from their shock, Sikong Jing added, "Senior Brother Zhang's arm is his own, so there won't be any adverse effects. Rest well. I'll go deal with Er Yan first."
With that, Sikong Jing turned and strode toward Er Yan, who was still screaming and cursing where she lay.
Watching his back, the Zhang siblings and the Elder Family members alike stood frozen in a daze. Just then, Zhang Duiyi's reattached hand was already able to move slightly.
He stared at his own hand in disbelief and muttered, "Th-this... isn't this too fast?"
In just a few breaths, he could already feel the existence of his arm again.
The other Elder Family members thought the same.
Though a torn-off arm could be restored by a powerful physician, how could it possibly be done this quickly? Sikong Jing's methods were simply divine.
Just then, Zhang Duiyin, her eyes still blindfolded, suddenly spoke faintly.
"I heard that when Junior Brother Sikong arrived at the Eastern Tyrant Branch, he had an amputated arm. But before Li Feng and Li Bajue, he suddenly restored it, saying it was his unique secret technique."
At those words, Zhang Duiyi also recalled the matter. He had indeed heard something about it.
For a moment, his gaze at Sikong Jing was filled with complicated emotions. What exactly was there that Sikong Jing could not do?
He did not possess a battle body, yet he was mysterious and powerful.
But in any case, having heard this, he believed that his sister's eyes could surely recover