Looking at the blank expression, the disheveled appearance, the limp arms hanging weakly at her sides, and those paralyzed legs sprawled on the ground, Xuanyuan Wuhen felt a shiver run through his very soul. If not for the faint movement of her eyeballs and the slight rise and fall of her chest, he was certain he would have lost his mind.
"I am going to set your limbs. It will hurt a little—bear with it!"
Not expecting an answer, Xuanyuan Wuhen gently took hold of one of her arms, lined up the bones, and gave it a slight, firm twist.
Chapter 122