"I would love to." The person replied with a faint smile, "If you can find a way to cure them."
"Priestess Wang Yu is already working on that." Motan nodded slightly and said softly, "I rely on you."
The female priest looked at Yu Chen in surprise before bowing to Motan, saying, "Understood, I will have the seriously injured brought here. May the Sun God…ah, and also the Dawn Goddess (she glanced at the holy crest on Motan's chest) be with us."
Soon after, the dwarf elder in front of Yu Chen had fallen into a deep sleep. The menacing 'plague derivatives' on his body had partially healed, and his complexion was much better, too. He even gave up the idea of committing suicide before losing consciousness.
"Motan, buddy, a little help, please." Yu Chen got up, smiled back, and then threw a golden arrow entwined by a spiral light band with a wave of his hand.
