Chapter 1941 - Who Wants Him Dead? Part Two (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“Tata, Haylon, there’s no need to trumpet your stance so eagerly. I won’t let you both down… Brother Mo Fan, don’t worry too much either. What I just said is just a rough assessment. Mu Bai’s condition isn’t looking too great. Normal Healing Spells are not going to save him, but luckily, he managed to save his last breath with the ice silkworm. Many terminal illnesses are critical not because they have no cure, but because we couldn’t stop them from draining away the patients’ life in time. We need time to figure out a way to save him and time to make the preparations. Mu Bai’s life is currently in a stasis, which gives us plenty of time to come up with a cure,” Xinxia told them.

“As long as you don’t use the Spell of Resurrection, I won’t mind you trying to save his life. The Spell of Resurrection is my limit,” Tata stated firmly.

Tata already made it clear. Unless Mo Fan was dead, Xinxia was not allowed to use the Spell of Resurrection on anyone else!

“I agree with her, my suggestion is to wait until Her Honor is elected as the Goddess to claim the Soul of the Parthenon Temple. We can then save this man’s life slowly,” Haylon said.

Xinxia shook her head, signaling them to keep quiet for the time being.

She saw the anxious look on Mo Fan’s face. She went up to him and held his hand. She looked into Mo Fan’s eyes and said, “Brother Mo Fan, don’t you worry, I won’t let you down.”

Xinxia clearly understood Mo Fan. He was something of a male chauvinist. He would not bother coming to her if it was something he could handle himself.

“Give me some time,” Xinxia said.

“Alright, Old Zhao and I will find a place to stay down the mountain,” Mo Fan nodded.

“Sure,” Xinxia pouted.

——

Zhao Manyan kept grumbling beside Mo Fan while they were going down the mountain. He was obviously displeased by Tata and Haylon’s attitude.

“Seriously, they keep using the big picture to apply pressure on us. I hate people like them the most,” Zhao Manyan cursed.

“Let’s wait. We’ll have to find another way if Xinxia can’t find a solution,” Mo Fan had made up his mind.

“Find another way? Are you kidding me? Where else can we find someone to save Mu Bai if even the Parthenon Temple can’t save him? Mo Fan, I think you should stay on the mountain for the night and help Xinxia think it through. Otherwise, those scumbags of the Parthenon Temple might brainwash her by saying how important it is to focus on the big picture. Such bullshit, it’s called the big picture because it won’t be affected by one or two people, or one or two incidents. It’s more about if they are willing to help or not!” Zhao Manyan kept going.

“Don’t you worry. No matter how long Xinxia has stayed here, she’s always on our side. However, I do know the consequences of using the Spell of Resurrection. I’m pretty sure Xinxia can’t use the Spell of Resurrection now. Otherwise, what does Izisha have to compete with her?” Mo Fan said.

“Oh, I guess Green Tea Man is seriously going to die, then. Really? Is he going to die just like that? I’ve gone through so much to reach the Super Level, yet he’s going to die so easily? What does he mean by that!?” Zhao Manyan protested.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. We should also figure out who would want Mu Bai dead,” Mo Fan said.

“I have a feeling the culprit isn’t just an ordinary Mage… wait a second, don’t you know that gorgeous information vendor? The culprit is most likely no ordinary person based on his capabilities. Perhaps you can learn something from that woman?” Zhao Manyan advised him.

“You’re right!”