'Damn it, how could this be happening?'
Rage burned in Tu Xiao'an's eyes. Judging by the incessant screams coming from all directions, at least dozens of people had collapsed and fainted.
And that was just a preliminary estimate. The actual number was likely over a hundred.
A hundred people fainting at once was a major incident. This sudden disaster threatened to completely ruin the lively Snake King Festival.
"Li Shun, carry all the unconscious to the temple and administer Snake King Water!"
Tu Xiao'an spread his Consciousness Power, located Li Shun, the man in Daoist robes, and hastily gave the order.
'I don't have the authority to command them directly,' Tu Xiao'an thought. 'Someone needs to take charge.' As the manager of the Snake King Temple, Li Shun's words carried some weight.
Soon, Li Shun rushed over with a group of people, shouting, "Everyone, make way! The Lord Snake King has given an order! Carry the unconscious to the temple for immediate treatment!"
