The panic will spread the plague to a larger range.

By then.

The medicine stone is not effective.

If you want the world to return to normal, you can only wait for all infected people to develop immunity.

Or all of them died.

The young emperor was very worried.

He could not have imagined that he had encountered such a headache just after he succeeded to the throne.

The middle-aged martial saint who was used to being with him comforted him: "Your Majesty, maybe you can ask the master to discuss it and see if there is a solution?"

The young man put down his memorial.

Gently rubbed his forehead.

He walked slowly to the hall, looked at the sky in the distance and sighed: "The master helped me to build several times of territory in just a short time, and solved many years of famine. They have done enough. This time, I really don't want to bother them again."

The middle-aged Martial Saint also sighed slightly.

No words.

Stay with the young man quietly.

Silently stare into the distance.

Watching.

His eyes froze.
Chapter completed!