"It's not exactly a healing enchantment," Mang HuaJun said as his eyes ran over the words in the book, his brows slowly crinkled. "It draws the energy of the living tissue, sharing it with the dead or dying body parts. Something I've never heard or seen before."
"It can heal my hand?" MingYu felt a flutter of feelings assaulting him at once. The sense of hope that washed over him like a tide, the flicker of doubt as his mind told him sorcerers weren't the trustworthy lot. Still, he would take it if it meant he could move around without a dead weight hanging by his side at all times.
"Well, yes," Mang HuaJun's eyes shot up, studying MingYu with a little twinkle in them. "If you can handle the pain."
"His arm is dead," PingZe pointed out. "It shouldn't hurt carving over the flesh there."
"Not there, no. But as the text says, it draws energy from the living tissue."
"Oh no," MingYu's face slowly lost colour.
