Ye Lingtian had already secured the villa.
Wu Xiangming, Rakshasa, and a few Dark Hall experts who were protecting Xia Ruoxue and Sun Yi, were all staying here, on standby 24/7.
Rakshasa's shattered arm had been wrapped up to prevent infection.
"Sir…"
Rakshasa wanted to bow to greet Ye Chen, but was quickly stopped.
"Just lie down. Your wounds are too severe and your arm has been destroyed. It's going to be difficult to save it."
"Now, you have two choices. First, Dragon Soul has developed a bionic arm that can be attached to the human body. A surgery will be enough to sort that out. The second option is for me to use my spiritual and medical abilities to regenerate your arm, but you might have to endure extreme pain…"
Before Ye Chen could finish his sentence, Rakshasa said without hesitation, "I choose the second option."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Master!"
