The moment the idea popped into her mind, Nameless thought of something and immediately turned her head, only to see an extremely pale face.
It was San Liu.
"You..."
Nameless's expression changed slightly. She raised her hand and pressed it on San Liu's shoulder, looking at his arms, which had lost two large chunks of flesh, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes, and asked tremulously, "What happened to you?"
"Nothing..." San Liu shook his head, forcing a faint smile, and said, "How are you feeling now? Has your cultivation talent recovered?"
Mu Jinyu, beside them, interjected, "You're not wrong. The flesh on his arms was pinched out by you. When I was cleansing the impurities from your soul just now, the process was so painful that your body was moving around. He was afraid of disturbing my actions, so he went to hold you, and ended up like this."
