When Ren Ni regained consciousness again, he found himself lying beside a rushing mountain stream, his severed arm already scabbed over.
He struggled to sit up and saw Li Yan squatting beside the stream washing his face. When he spoke, he couldn't help bringing a little sob into his voice, "Yan bro, Mo is dead."
Li Yan gave him a glance, drops of water still falling from his chin, "He wouldn't necessarily die even if you did. Take it easy." After saying this, he pulled out a somewhat porcelain-textured red stump and stuffed it into Ren Ni's arms, "Look after him."
Ren Ni picked up Yang Zheng's severed leg, listened to it closely for a while, still hearing a faint ringing sound, and then he finally relaxed.
As long as the clear ringing could be heard from within the remnants of Yang Zheng, there was still hope for his life.
"I got held up by Wenle, so I arrived later than planned, my apologies."
Ren Ni shook his head, "Where are we right now?"
