“master, master, am i not going to be able to refine armaments ever again?!” a female disciple cried out with distraught. the moment she woke up and saw her crippled left arm, she cried out and choked with tears.

  “an an, don’t be scared, it’s still unclear now, don’t worry, the valley will heal you.” someone comforted her.

  “master, my arm!” an an’s cries woke up another unconscious disciple, he cried too when he woke up.

  “ah—— my….”


  “oh…. how did this….”


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