Undercover! Time to Make a Move!

"Coach Xu, don't worry. I'll go look for one right away."

Curator Liu Shan immediately replied.

Vice-Curators Gan Gui and Feng Kuan beside him nodded as well. "We'll also immediately call in some favors."

"Then many thanks to the three curators. I'll never forget this great kindness."

Xu Jingming put on a grateful expression and said plenty of nice things before leaving the office.

"Tsk, I never thought Xu Jingming would have times when he got a headache too."

After Xu Jingming left, Liu Shan, who had been wearing a tense expression, immediately relaxed.

"Curator, are we going to find a healing-type Metahuman for Curator Ling now?"

Vice-Curator Feng Kuan could not help asking.

"Find one, of course we need to find one."

Liu Shan leaned back comfortably in his chair and casually placed his shoes on the desk. "But not now. Let them stew for a day first."

"Let them stew for a day?"

Feng Kuan froze for a moment, unable to stop himself from worrying. "But what if Ling Shuang is seriously injured and dies?"

"Old Feng, sometimes you're just too honest. How could an Eighth-Order Grandmaster die so easily?

"Besides, don't you know why Ling Shuang came here? Wouldn't it be better if she died?"

The other vice-curator, Gan Gui, said disdainfully.

He still bore a grudge over the incident at the meeting to discuss dealing with the Bewitching Butterfly Sect, when Xu Jingming had publicly taught him a lesson.

He was already delighted that Ling Shuang had been severely injured. How could he possibly be worried?

"Hey, you can't put it that way. Ling Shuang is still one of us at Thunder Martial Hall.

"If she really dies, it'll be troublesome."

Curator Liu Shan shook his head. "I'm making Xu Jingming wait a day just so