Lin Tian thought of Jing Wuxue's severed arm, the wound was festering with granulation and starting to transform, Shangguan Hongyue's wound had lost sensation, transformation was not far off.
"Is the wound very ugly?" Shangguan Hongyue said softly.
"Don't speak, save your energy, it's going to hurt a lot in a bit." Lin Tian said lightly, his hands never stopping.
Without getting an answer, Shangguan Hongyue turned her head, looked at Lin Tian, and found that Lin Tian's eyes were so focused, without disgust or lust, as if the ugly wound and beauty did not exist in his eyes.
Lin Tian activated his perspective, focusing entirely on the wound, without any thought for anything else. Using purple flames to remove the necrotic flesh was a high-difficulty operation; if not controlled carefully, as the Sword Spirit said, Shangguan Hongyue might get burned to nothing.
