Walking amidst the mountain paths, Xu Mu found his wooden right leg rather inconvenient. Turning around, he entered a nearby forest and selected a large, dark brown tree.
He held up his right hand, his fingers sharp as knives and his nails popped out like razor blades. Seemingly as soft as tofu under his hands, the formidable tree was swiftly partitioned into various parts, later reassembled into an ingeniously constructed prosthetic limb.
Xu Mu attached it to his leg, wrapped it in the animal skin that Yue had given him, and then took a few steps.
"Aside from being a bit fragile, there doesn't seem to be any major issues!"
Wary of drawing unnecessary attention and troubles, Xu Mu decided against crafting a prosthetic arm.
