At the same time, somewhere in the Southern Wilds, several disciples from the Medicine King Sect stood fretting over a group of plague victims lying on the ground, moaning without end.
"Senior Brother, what are we supposed to do? This plague seems to be an entirely new strain. We've never seen anything like it before!"
"Besides, even if we use spirit medicine and manage to cure some of them, there are thousands upon thousands of people here. We don't have nearly enough to go around!"
"That's right, Senior Brother. Please think of something, quickly."
"Think of something!"
Qin Zheng, the senior brother surrounded by the others, was a true disciple of the sect master's lineage within the Medicine King Sect.
Though he was only twenty-five and his cultivation was at the tenth transformation, his skill in preparing spirit medicine and refining Treasure Pills had long since made him famous throughout the Southern Wilds. His reputation was even beginning to spread beyond the region and across the world.
He was one of the most outstanding talents the Medicine King Sect had produced in nearly a thousand years, renowned from an early age for his knowledge of medicinal principles and his ability to cure every illness.
Yet now, surrounded by the senior and junior brothers who ordinarily admired and revered him, all begging for his guidance, Qin Zheng was utterly at a loss.
"I don't have a solution either. With so few healers and so little medicine, what can we possibly do?"
"Alas, such is the state of the world. The suffering of its people is unavoidable..."
Even with his kind heart and desire to save the world, Qin Zheng felt helpless before a plague outbreak on this scale.
"This plague is anything but ordinary. No-to be precise, things haven't been ordinary