The Phoenix Clan was in utter chaos at this moment.
Celestia Fawkes was clutching her face and screaming in the Phoenix Treehouse. Her once beautiful face was now covered with tiny golden bumps, resembling either a sting from a poisonous bee or some kind of insect larvae squirming beneath her skin, which looked extremely disturbing.
"Ah... my face! Great Witch! Great Witch, save me!"
Celestia Fawkes was frantically scratching at her face, but the more she scratched, the itchier it became. Those little golden bumps began oozing light yellow pus, emitting a faint stench that made her feel so nauseated she vomited.
The Female Slaves were too frightened to approach and could only hurriedly go to fetch Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes.
Ignatius Phoenix had lost The Golden Silkworm King, the thief hadn't been found, and she had slipped on honey and sprained her ankle, making her curse in pain with a rather unsightly expression.
