Fated to Be a Rootless Man

After voicing his request, Yu Xiaogang carefully watched Ye Longyu's reaction.

Seeing the shock on Ye Longyu's face, he pressed his lips together. His heart ached terribly, but he could only pretend to remain calm. "Sect Master Ye, well? Can it be reattached?"

"Cough, cough..."

Ye Longyu coughed lightly twice before finally recovering from her shock.

No wonder she had thought Yu Xiaogang was strange from the very beginning... He did not seem like a normal man and even had something of a feminine air about him. So he really had been cut by Spirit Hall's Holy Son.

Still... Yu Xiaogang's manhood was genuinely quite small.

That Spirit Hall Holy Son had really had it hard, managing to cut it off with such precision. If he had gone even a little higher, he might have injured Yu Xiaogang elsewhere.

Ye Longyu composed herself, forcibly suppressing the urge to laugh and trying her best to appear serious. "I don't know yet whether it can be reattached. You need to... you need to let me look at the cut first. Then I can try and find out. So, take off your pants and let me give it a try."

As she spoke, Ye Longyu used Soul Power to open the sealed jar.

In an instant, an incredibly pungent smell rushed out. Even though Ye Longyu had prepared herself mentally, the stench still made her choke, and her brows drew together slightly.

Yu Xiaogang unconsciously clenched his fists.

Yet for the sake of the rest of his life, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and directly lifted the robe around his lower body, exposing the wound.

Pfft—

Ye Longyu swore that her professional standards were truly high. No matter how funny the scene, she would not laugh.

But... what had the person who bandaged