Amid groans of pain, Qin Ran walked slowly past one plague-ridden victim after another, his face filled with mercy. As he moved forward, patches of white radiance scattered across the land.
Just as they had a week ago.
Sacred and benevolent.
Yes, benevolent.
There was no better word for it than benevolence.
For an entire week, Qin Ran had not stopped for a single moment. He walked from one end of Gold Fief to the other, and whenever new patients entered Gold Fief, warm holy light descended upon them.
Within the holy light, the damage caused by the Rotting Plague rapidly weakened. Though it could not be eradicated at its root, it was enough to give people hope.
With hope, everything would become better.
And those desperate for hope came rushing to Gold Fief without pause.
In less than a week, the only town in Gold Fief had become packed with people infected by the Rotting Plague.
The seriously ill lay within the tower manor at the center of town.
Those in slightly better condition lay outside the manor.
Those in even milder condition lined the streets of the town.
Yet regardless of their condition, that benevolent lord treated them all equally.
He smiled at them.
He encouraged them softly.
He eased their pain.
Radiance appeared once more.
Low prayers continued without end.
Rufu and his disciple walked behind Qin Ran with medicine chests on their backs. The wise man's eyes were bloodshot. Without Qin Ran's Transcendent Stamina, and with only brief rests each day, he had completely entered a state of overexertion. Yet he did not slow down in the slightest.
One bottle of medicine after another was handed out to those infected with the Rotting Plague.
Rufu's disciple, that young man, repeated the precautions again and again.
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