บท 691: Multiple Probability Composition

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's not your fault. It'll grow back in a while." Lei Zongchao saw how surprised Meng Chao was, and he comforted him gently. 

It was as he said. While he spoke, his left pinky finger grew once more, and gradually, the white bone was covered in flesh. 

Meng Chao was certain that it was not cell regeneration because he did not see the blood vessels, flesh, and scabs that should appear when wounds healed by themselves. 

It was as if Lei Zongchao's pinky finger had disappeared out of the blue, then reappeared just as suddenly. 

However, it looked slightly "fainter" than before. In fact, it appeared to be a little blurry. 

Meng Chao blinked and focused. He still felt that Lei Zongchao's pinky finger looked like it was surrounded by a thin layer of smoke and was about to disappear at any moment.