"The epidemic rises to the sky, and the heavens are filled with poison clouds. If rain were to fall now, it wouldn't be sweet dew, but poison!"
Lu Liangliang said disdainfully, "Master Shaolin is already setting up a new water purification system, and in no more than two days, Chaochang will have clean water again!"
"From what I see, quite a few people might not make it for another two days."
Tang Luo shrugged and said, "But no worries. Lu, go ahead and help distribute the herbs. I'll take care of the water problem!"
"You?" Lu Liangliang frowned. "What can you do?"
"Hey!"
He pulled the Great Dao Thunder Chanting Staff from the ground and slung it over his shoulder, grinning, "Just need to borrow some water from the clan strongholds, right?"
"...You think they'll lend it to you?"
