An arm in exchange for a puppet from the Ninja Team General, Wang Yue Qianxun felt it was a worthwhile trade.
"What a foolish woman!" Yang Xiao stopped wasting words, injecting spiritual power into the Ghost Lantern, enveloping the corpse-spotted arm in green light, the scene before Wang Yue Qianxun made her eyes widen in shock.
The speed of those repulsive spots greatly slowed down, and within a few blinks, they completely stopped, with the nearest spot halting at her neck, never climbing up to her delicate face.
"For now, take care of yourself. I need to save my strength to deal with this fellow, and once he's handled, I'll help you dispel the corpse spots." Yang Xiao patted Wang Yue Qianxun's head, then turned, leaving her a reassuring back.
