Wang Ling's body slowly regained its strength, his bones snapped back in place and by the time the fire died down, he regained the ability to walk. With an arm missing still severed, the other broken, an eye that had lost its sight, and blood dyed clothes, Wang Ling began walking as though he's in no pain.
By his side was the Sword God Chang Ping, holding onto the severed arm. Chang Ping was calm, as if she had not done anything to Wang Ling. The years of seeing such a sight had numbed her, and knowing that Wang Ling had ways to heal his wounds, she wasn't all that worried. The both of them were eerily calm, even holding casual conversation to past the time.
"When I was going around the Celestial Spirit Realm, I wore a mask to hide my identity so that Master would not know what I was doing. I used your Sword Intent to guide my techniques and become as ruthless in my attacks as much as possible."