Xiushui County, behind Shangguan Mansion, at the Tingxiang Pavilion.
Shangguan Shen Hao was embroidering a flower.
With a piece of silk in his right hand, he used his steel left hand to thread the needle, his movements as fluid as turning flowers, incredibly agile, and unusually precise.
Before long, a vivid lotus flower appeared on the silk.
Across from him, Long Heng watched this scene, admiration evident in his eyes.
He knew that Shangguan Shen Hao was practicing by way of embroidery, striving to master control over his steel left hand, which now matched the flexibility and precision of a real arm.
The impact of losing his arm was becoming less significant for Shangguan Shen Hao, and in the future, he could become even stronger by harnessing the power of this priceless, fifth-grade magic tool.
"It is getting late,"
