Sikong Jing turned around again and reattached Zhang Duiyi's torn-off arm, rejoining it quickly.
A series of actions flowed seamlessly, completed in just a few breaths.
Then, without waiting for the Zhang siblings to react, Sikong Jing said, "Senior Brother Zhang's arm is his own, and there will be no impact. You all rest well; I'll go deal with Er Yan for now."
After speaking, Sikong Jing turned and walked towards Er Yan, who was still screaming and cursing in place.
Watching his back, both the Zhang siblings and the Weng Family were stunned, and right then, the arm that had been reattached to Zhang Duiyi began to move slightly.
He looked at his hand in disbelief and murmured, "This... isn't this too fast?"
In just a few breaths, he could feel the existence of his arm.
The other members of the Weng Family thought the same.
Though a strong doctor could restore a torn arm, it was unprecedented to be this fast. Sikong Jing's skills were simply miraculous.
