Just then.
"Who's there?"
Kusu whipped around.
She saw Son Gohan arriving through space.
"Miss Kusu, Lord Rumsshi," Son Gohan greeted them with a smile.
"Lord Gohan? What brings you here so suddenly?" Kusu asked, forcing herself to perk up and appear normal.
At the sound of Son Gohan's name, Rumsshi scrambled up from where he lay on the ground.
"Lord Gohan," he hurriedly greeted him.
"Mm." Son Gohan nodded to him, then turned to Kusu.
After taking a close look at her, he frowned.
"Miss Kusu, your symptoms are rather serious," Son Gohan said.
Kusu smiled, her face gentle. "It's nothing to worry about."
Is it that serious?
Rumsshi, the Elephant God of Destruction, looked at Kusu in confusion.
Careless as he was, he naturally hadn't noticed anything unusual about Kusu. He had thought she was merely suffering from some minor ailment, nothing serious.
Son Gohan's voice grew somber. "No, you look like you can barely stand. How could that be nothing to worry about?"
Son Gohan's words gave Rumsshi a fright.
He studied Kusu's face for a while and finally noticed what was wrong.
Sweat had already beaded on Kusu's forehead, and her eyes were dull. She was nowhere near as comfortable as she claimed.
"Kusu, how... how are you feeling? Don't scare me," Rumsshi said.
Kusu still forced herself to say, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me..."
Son Gohan examined Kusu's body and found that she had likely been contaminated by the black mists earlier, but had probably purified them herself afterward.
The black mists were now completely gone.
Unfortunately, Kusu had developed the same symptoms as the Grand Minister.
She was clearly being suppressed by the laws of this world.
In such a state, they could only mobilize their own Ki to barely resist it.
But