"Did you make a mess again?" Zamura felt a headache, gazing at the almost hundred sect members that were unconscious. All of them were Core Disciples that were being nurtured carefully.
"I have no idea what happened." Krune raised his hand, sporting an expression that said, 'I have nothing to do with these people.'
Zamura's eyelids twitched at his response, intending to smack him in the head for a moment. But, upon realizing his duty as a sect leader, he controlled himself, trying to appear dignified.
He stroked his non-existent beard, asking, "Well, aren't you an expert of healing? Why don't you heal them first and see what happened to them?"
"Well… I would love to do that," Krune replied, suddenly holding his back as he continued, "But you see, I sprained my back working my ass off for a certain slacker. So…"
