Playing possum?
Illusion?
Nie Qingwu's eyes bulged like eggs, her gaze filled with uncertainty as she stared at the severed arm.
Even a living person buried under the ice for countless years would have frozen to death long ago, let alone the piece of arm that lay before her now.
"Ye Feng..."
In her fright, she cautiously moved closer to Ye Feng and then grabbed his arm.
"Don't be afraid with me here..."
Ye Feng softly comforted Nie Qingwu, then continued, "step back, I have chosen this as my final item."
Hearing Ye Feng's voice, Nie Qingwu calmed down a bit and then, as told, she stepped back several steps.
Seeing Nie Qingwu step back, Ye Feng then carefully removed the transparent glass cover.
As soon as the cover was opened, a strong chill hit them. Along with the chill, a blood-intertwined aura instantly transferred from the severed arm into Ye Feng's heart, making him feel an indescribable closeness to the limb.
