HE'S NOT A LUNATIC

"This is a miracle! This is a miracle!"

"The curse can be cured, and our village will not be burned by the Emperor!"

"Yes! We're safe! We're safe!"

A series of cheerful shouts rang out in the previously quiet and gloomy area. Faces that previously looked dark without hope now looked bright and radiant. The faces looked even brighter than the bonfire.

Wu Jinhai and Wu Jingguo could see how the villagers celebrated their victory. It was not a real war, but it was probably the same as a war when they had to fight the unknown skin disease. After witnessing how the wound on Wen disappeared completely after the old man used his dagger to remove the tiny silver scale at the center of the wound, they knew that they could finally see a new light.