"There is still no change." Shen Jiyu complained mentally as he sliced the pineapple and apples into small bite shapes.
A small orb floated around his head, "True, maybe he had a small change of mind but he has not yet let go of the obsession just yet."
"There is no rush. He has his exam earlier tomorrow morning."
It has been a week. More than half of the population of light elves could no longer use their wood energy, while some could use it but just a very small amount.
Although the court of justice wanted to keep everything a secret, Seliena and her brother could not keep their mouths closed, shocked by the plague that seemed to grip Elvina.
A lot of people had denied it, too stubborn to change their mind but as their family gradually became infected, they stormed the Court of Justice asking for a solution or an antidote.
Shen Jiyu smirked, something that he had crafted himself, they should forget about finding a cure until the plague fades.
