When Lu Hong awoke, his two delicate wives finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Lando reproached, "All the Tower Masters are here; why did you have to push yourself to the brink?"
"Killing one more Naga means one less warrior of the empire will die when the real battle begins. How could I not give it my all?" Lu Hong said as he slowly sat up with Anna's support. Now, his whole body was covered in cracks, and each tiny movement tugged at these wounds, bringing him immense pain.
Anna cast a water-based healing spell, but it had little effect.
"Don't waste your Magic Power; his injuries have already been treated by the Brahmins. Nothing short of top-tier healing spells can alleviate his pain."
"What should we do then?" Anna asked Lando anxiously, "Sister Lando, there must be something we can do, right?"
"Don't panic, the people from the Holy Court will be here soon."
It wasn't long before Jin Fu, leading a group of healers from his profession, arrived in a hurry to treat Lu Hong.
