Soon, the trio arrived at the Yu Ding Sword Pavilion.
Sun Shou, the familiar old man, greeted them at the door.
After they stepped inside, Sun Shou, disappointed, scolded, "You younger generations only know battles and fights. Can't you treat yourselves better?"
"This is the second time your hand has been severed!"
"In my opinion, even if you're given a new hand to attach, you're not going to have a chance to reach the Foundation Establishment level in this lifetime."
"Your body and skin were received from your parents, they are the core foundations. How can you not cherish them?"
Listening to his rambling, Qin Liangchen remained silent, and worry unveiled on Murong Qinglian's face.
Before long, he led the three of them to the entrance of a quiet room.
Sun Shou gestured with his hand.
Murong Qinglian immediately handed over a cloth bag containing thirty medium grade Spirit Stones. It was the cost of reattaching the arm.