The satin on his wrist was flat and smooth. On closer look, one could even see blood flowing through his veins, but not a drop fell to the ground, as if it was still flowing through a closed blood vessel.
On Xuan Wushang's collar, the hand was still holding onto it tightly, as if it did not realize that it had already left its owner's body. It was still fulfilling its mission dutifully.
With a thought from Liu Hongshan, the severed hand let go of the collar and fell to the ground. However, Liu Hongshan only gave the command to let go of the collar in his brain but didn't let it drop.
"What realm are you in now?"
Liu Hongshan stared at Xuan Wushang and asked coldly, his expression as ugly as a corpse.
"Why should I tell you about my own matters?"