The Han family courtyard was in chaos. Servants were running back and forth, shouting for doctors, while the air reeked of a foul, nauseating stench.
Han Cui, the patriarch, stood at the center of it all with veins bulging on his forehead. His eldest son Han Zukong, his second son Han Zhanjian, and the two Sword Shandian Sect representatives lay sprawled on the ground.
All four of them were pale, unconscious, and covered in sweat.
"Quickly! Get the healers here!" Han Cui roared, his voice echoing through the courtyard. "Bring the physicians from the east wing! Hurry!"
The servants scrambled to obey, but the doctors were already there—kneeling beside the fallen men, hands glowing faintly with spiritual energy.
The doctors exchanged helpless glances as the smell grew stronger.
One of them gagged softly, covering his nose.
