As Zenki, Zhen Yi, and Qingyi enjoyed their breakfast in the cozy inn, savoring the warmth and tranquility of the moment, a sudden commotion broke the serenity. The distant sound of a man's panicked voice echoed through the air, reaching their ears. Curiosity and concern furrowed their brows as they exchanged worried glances.
The voice grew louder, carrying the urgent message that a man infected with the plague had stumbled into the town. The once-peaceful atmosphere was now tinged with anxiety and fear. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Zenki swiftly stood up, his expression determined.
"Excuse me," Zenki called out to a nearby inn staff, whom he had befriended during their stay. "Could you please inquire about the situation and gather more information? We need to know the extent of the danger and how we can assist."
