Loa appeared in the courtyard in an instant, pushed open the door, and hurried into Wangcai's room.
Two people were already standing beside Wangcai's bed-Beirut still wore his plain black robe, his hair and beard white, his face lean.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man with crimson brows and black hair, his aura deep and restrained. He was Zacharias Relling, the Azure Fire King of the Gebados Planar Prison.
Wuzhui stood guard at the foot of the bed, dark golden eyes full of anticipation.
"Lord Beirut, I thought you wouldn't return for another few months. I didn't expect you back so soon. Please take a look at Wangcai. Is there anything you can do?" Loa said urgently. Beirut was his last hope-if even this Sovereign hidden on the Yulan Continent could do nothing, he truly didn't know who else he could turn to.
"Loa, don't worry. I've already examined him. He can be awakened," Beirut said unhurriedly, stroking his little beard.
At that moment, the worry that had gripped Loa for over three years finally eased. He let out a long breath, finally releasing the breath that had been trapped in his chest. But Beirut's next words made his heart tighten again.
"It will just take a drop of life sovereign power. I don't have any on hand right now, so I'll have to have my divine clone bring some back from Hell. But you needn't worry too much-I told you that Wangcai's racial talent grants immunity to soul attacks from anyone below a Paragon. Powerful as this Death Curse is, it still can't do anything to Wangcai," Beirut added at an unhurried pace.
"Then why won't he wake up?" Loa immediately pressed. If the curse couldn't do anything to Wangcai, why had he remained asleep?
"This Death Curse should