Hearing Mo Qing's cry of surprise, Mu Bingling also reacted in an instant. She took a step forward and grabbed Mu Chen's right arm. Feeling the warmth from that arm, Mu Bingling's tears began to fall once more.
"It's real. Chen'Er, your arm... it's really healed... How is this possible? Mo Qing, am I dreaming?"
That severed arm had been with Mu Chen throughout his entire youth. For over a decade, Mu Chen had endlessly endured the shame, pain, and helplessness his crippled body brought him. If not for that severed arm, Mu Chen might never have become a Martial Artist, but he also wouldn't have suffered the torment of his affliction, nor would he have endured pain beyond what any ordinary person could bear.
"Sister Bingling, you're not dreaming. This is all real. Mu Chen's arm is really healed!"
