When Liu Zheng pulled his hand out from the fish's mouth, his arm was already covered with many wounds as if cut by a sharp blade.
He raised his left hand, and a dark red flame emerged from his palm.
He passed his left hand over his right arm, and the wounds closed one by one.
But Liu Zheng knew this was just a temporary measure, only preventing the wounds from worsening; once he engaged in battle, these wounds would open again.
He missed his own body.
"Just wait, once this thing is assimilated, it can be taken out."
The Fisherman threw the fish back into the Underwater River.
"How long will it take?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"I don't know, it could be a few days, or it might take a year or two."
The Fisherman replied.
"That's quite a range. If I don't come to retrieve it by then, consider it a gift for you, Brother Sha."
He said.
"Brother, that's not an auspicious thing to say, and I don't like hearing it."
Sha Jiang was a bit displeased.
