Not long after, Fang Yan withdrew the golden light. When the light dispersed, the young girl's hand had completely recovered to its original state, instantly making her unable to believe it. She raised her hand, repeatedly checked it, and even moved it, finding that it was indeed healed. Her face immediately lit up with a smile.
Looking at Fang Yan, her eyes shimmering with tears, she was just about to express her gratitude when suddenly a voice came through...
"Zilong, it's them!"
This angry roar instantly drew the attention of Fang Yan and the others. They saw two people rushing over from not far away, one of whom was naturally the black-faced old man they had just driven away, and next to him was a middle-aged man appearing in his thirties.
