When the white-bearded old man heard Yang Chen ask about his arm, it undoubtedly struck a sore spot. How could he not be angry? "Boy, if you can't afford anything, wasting my time is one thing. But now, are you provoking me again?"
Seeing the white-bearded old man like this, Yang Chen could understand the pain in his heart.
After all, for a Great Ascension Stage expert, losing an arm was an exceedingly humiliating matter.
Yang Chen smiled faintly. "Senior, you misunderstand. I mean, my current battle merits truly aren't enough to buy this refined Killing Intent. However, I have a pill here that can heal your arm. I hope that, regarding this refined Killing Intent, Senior can give this junior a slightly lower price. What do you think?"
At these words, the white-bearded old man was slightly stunned, then said solemnly, "Boy, are you telling the truth? You have a way to heal my arm? Do you know just how serious the ghostly qi in this arm is?"
"Your arm is wrapped in this ghostly qi, making it indeed difficult to dispel. Once it is rashly removed, the ghostly qi may very well burrow deep into your body and make the situation even worse. This much, this junior understands." Yang Chen smiled calmly.
The white-bearded old man could not help but regard Yang Chen more highly, because Yang Chen had indeed hit the nail right on the head.
"Then tell me, what method will you use to dispel this ghostly qi for me?" the white-bearded old man asked, half-believing and half-doubting.
Yang Chen wore a confident expression.
For others, this sort of problem was difficult to solve, but for him, resolving it could not have been easier.
When the white-bearded old man's arm had been severed, the ghostly qi