MMP!
Before Qian Dajin could react, his hand was gone. He looked at Duge as tens of thousands of grass-mud horses galloped through his mind.
Is this what you call "Everyone for me, and I for everyone"?
Is this kindness?
Do you even treat people as human beings? We're all one family; just let me know, it's not like I won't give it to you!
I freaking need my right hand to work!
The leading Mountain Guarding Disciple stared at the severed hand in his grip, equally befuddled.
Then,
He looked at the severed hand, glanced over at Qian Dajin's cut wrist, and when he turned towards Duge again, his expression was solemn and his eyes burned with fervor as he said with a fist salute, "Sir's medical skills are truly brilliant! May I ask for your esteemed name and who you apprenticed under?"
"You flatter me," Duge responded with a fist salute, "My surname is Wang, first name Chong, apprenticed under Guan Kezheng of Seven Star Mountain."
"Seven Star Mountain?"
