Qi Qianyang lay on the back of a large bird, flying east out of Central City. After flying over the sea for more than an hour, he spotted an island.
The large bird slowly descended. When it was still several dozen meters from the ground, Qi Qianyang stood up and leaped down.
On a large, seaside reef below, another person was standing. He was under forty and was another instructor from the Swamp Training Camp. He glanced at Qi Qianyang's arm and asked, "Was it a success?"
Qi Qianyang glanced to the side. A CRACKING sound came from within his previously limp arm. The outer flesh and inner bones were righting themselves and recovering, section by section. After a few minutes, it was fully recovered.
He clenched his fingers, feeling the sensation from his Mutated Organization, and nodded. "A success."
