Seeing Li Tianhao getting somewhat excited, Ye Ling seemed to guess something. Could that mysterious middle-aged man be one of the masters of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves, the Arm Slave?
Tie Yage was taken aback, then nodded, "How did you know? That man has a very rough appearance, wearing a robe similar to a Taoist robe, with a shiny bald head and embroidery on it."
"He's the Arm Slave?" Ye Ling asked, though his heart was already certain.
Li Tianhao nodded, "Exactly that old thing! But what mysterious creature is he trying to capture!"
"Let's talk about that later. First, let's heal Huzi's arm." As he spoke, Ye Ling clenched his hand, and a vast spiritual power directly enveloped Huzi's wound.
When the spiritual power wrapped around Huzi's arm, he felt a warm power constantly eroding his arm's wound.
