Inside a cave, a dying campfire was emitting a dimmed red light. Although the light was faint, it was more than enough for Wu Qi to see things clearly. In his eyes, the pitch-dark cave looked as bright as broad daylight. He spat and mixed his saliva with a crushed spirit pill, which had the effect of mending bones and regrow flesh, then put two broken arms back to Jiangcheng Zi's shoulders. He applied the medicinal paste and wrapped them up tightly with bandage like a mummy.
When he brought Jiangcheng Zi away just now, Wu Qi had taken away his broken arms as well. Right after he shoved Jiangcheng Zi and the broken arms into Spirit Breeding Ring, Han Xiao's attack had smitten him and nearly ripped him to shreds. Fortunately, Wu Qi was protected by a Soul Replacement Puppet, as the miraculous puppet had died for its master, and teleported Wu Qi's true form one thousand miles away.
