"Your strength is immense, Fellow Daoist. Why not join our Order!"
A steady male voice called out, and a man in a black robe soon emerged.
Beneath the black hood was a rather delicate face, a stark contrast to his deep, steady voice. The black robe he wore was bulky and lumpy, equally out of place with his features.
His cultivation was at the Qi Refining Third Layer.
Lü Zhong sized the man up. Even though he had scanned him several times with his Divine Sense, he was still taken aback.
His Divine Sense probe had shockingly revealed that the black-robed man had a total of four arms—two more than an ordinary person.
They looked as if they had just been attached.
Masking his expression, Lü Zhong asked tentatively, "Join what order?"
"The Limb-Attaching Holy Order, of course!" the black-robed man said, his face fanatical and his voice tinged with madness.
With a RIP, he tore his black robe, revealing four burly arms.
"Behold! What magnificent power!"
