Luo looked at Qin Liuxi, who had not come alone; there was an old man with her, who, although was being helped, appeared dignified with especially sharp eyes. Being looked at by him, Luo couldn't help but sweat a little on his forehead.
Could it be that the prosthetic limb was for this old man?
Luo subconsciously looked at the old man's hands, but he had all his limbs intact.
Qin Liuxi greeted him and smiled, "I heard that the prosthetic limb is ready."
"Yes, yes, please come in," Luo stepped aside to let her enter the house.
Qin Liuxi walked in and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a dark red robe standing inside the house, and she took a second look, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Little Daoist, please wait a moment, I'll go get it," Luo went into the inner hall.
