"Cult Master, are you okay!" The left guardian softly exclaimed in worry as he supported his drenched cult master while walking quickly along the riverbank.
"Cough, cough. Cough." Although His Excellency the Cult Master was in a sorry state, he was in ecstatic joy. "Hahaha! Cough, cough."
At this, the left guardian quickly fed him a pill. "Cult Master, you have not recovered completely from your previous serious dagger wound near your heart, yet now, your chest area took two to three of Crown Prince Mo's palm strikes… you should take better care of your body."
"Haha, cough, how much better off than me could he be?" His Excellency declared with a complacent smile, "Even though I took two strikes to the chest, it's fine as long as I shift away my vital organs."
He asserted without worrying in the least, "It's not like I'm going to die! It's different for him though."
