Yan Wuji became furious, and blood gushed uncontrollably from his severed arm.
The servants who had come with the Yan Family hurriedly applied their family's healing medicine to Yan Wuji's wound and swiftly carried him away.
They held swords in their hands and glared at Long Fei with resentment, but none dared to challenge Long Fei here.
If Yan Wuji was no match, there was even less need to mention them.
Jiang Yecheng raised his eyebrows, staring at the sweaty Long Fei, unsure if allying with him was a blessing or a curse.
He secretly sent a bone-setting and healing pill for the young master of the Yan Family to take internally, and a tendon and bone growth paste to apply externally.
In less than a week, the severed arm would be reattached, no different from a normal person.
However, Jiang Zongcheng felt immensely proud, as the renowned genius of the Yan Family had also left in a sorry state under the might of their guest Elder.
