"Hnngh..."
The monk, who had been cut in half and was delirious with pain, suddenly shot his eyes wide and let out a groan of relief.
From the lower half of his body, before everyone's astonished eyes, blood-red vines sprouted. The vines intertwined, weaving a new lower half for his body.
In a matter of moments, he had become a strange, two-toned person. Well, it was a little odd. The vines had only woven a rough outline, and some things hadn't been woven in—for instance, the 'bird' between his legs.
The one with the severed arm stared blankly for a moment, then was overjoyed. He bowed to Elder Huang again, this time with the formal bow of a disciple, and said, "Thank you for your aid, Senior! I will never forget this kindness!"
The one whose upper body was intact but whose lower body was like a Ruby, also stared blankly and was about to bow. Elder Huang's words stopped him.
