Prime Minister Mu slammed his hand on the table, shouting furiously at the group of old palace physicians who wore helpless expressions.
"Such useless quacks! His Majesty's life is at risk, and you old fools can't do anything about it?! Why do we even keep you people around?!"
One of the elder physicians stammered, "C-Calm your anger, Prime Minister. T-This plague is truly strange. We should wait for the Envoy from the Azure Moon Sect to arrive and examine—"
Hearing this, Prime Minister Mu looked ready to leap over the table and bite the man's head off.
"Hmph! So we should just leave His Majesty's life to fate?! You traitors!"
But just then, a calm, aged voice cut through the hall like a cool breeze dispersing smoke.
"Calm yourself, Prime Minister Mu."
Everyone turned toward the side entrance.
An elderly man in deep azure robes embroidered with golden cranes slowly entered.
