Le Buleng stared at Dai Gang's broken wrists. They were white and lustrous, somewhat like jade yet not, and somewhat like wood yet not.
He mumbled to himself, "I see, I see. Body of grasscord and white lotus… Unexpected, how unexpected. I've fought so many battles against you, but failed to notice. An undying body… I never imagined anyone would actually reach that level."
With a slight smile, Dai Gang replied, "You have good judgment, Brother Buleng. [Grasscord] is a product from my traveling days, when I chanced upon a few netherworld lotus seeds in the hall of Daya. From there, I received significant enlightenment."
Flesh grew from his broken wrists at a visible rate, forming two perfectly new palms.
Dai Gang's voice carried a magnetic charm that reminded people of the spring breeze.
