As Mu Chen fell unconscious, the black arm suddenly seemed to lose its power source, dimming in an instant and returning to its original state. Profound Old Ghost took a deep breath and shook his head. 'How strange. That peculiar Spiritual Liquid should have only restored Xiao Chenzi's arm to a state that matches his constitution. But why is this arm so bizarre now? It actually possesses such a tyrannical will. And from the ancient Evil Qi it's releasing, I'm getting a familiar feeling. What could be the reason?'
Profound Old Ghost looked at the peaceful Mu Chen, completely baffled. 'Looks like in the days to come, I'll have to make Xiao Chenzi subjugate this strange arm. But... first, there's something else that must be done.'
As soon as he finished speaking, Profound Old Ghost slowly raised his head, a smile of anticipation spreading across his face. 'To think it would be born in a place like this…'
