Now just a member of the crowd, the dazed Grandmaster Saintlowe heard the cheering of the crowd and wasn’t sure how to react.0

“It can really... reduce the curse?” he murmured. He didn’t want to believe it. Even now, after Fourth Vice-Bishop had personally confirmed it, he just didn’t think it could be real. From ancient times until now, no one had ever done this.9

It had been difficult enough for him to improve the painquelling lozenge. He had worked harder on that project than anything in his life, and had read countless ancient records about the curse. And he understood the curse better than just about anyone. As a result, he knew that permanently reducing the curse was nothing short of a miracle! Saintlowe’s mind and heart were reeling, and his eyes were bloodshot.0

Some distance away, Xu Qing looked at him, then waved his hand, sending a cursequelling lozenge toward him. Eyes widening, Saintlowe caught the pill and looked at Xu Qing.0

Everyone was watching, and everyone had their own opinion of what was happening. As for the ardent followers of Grandmaster Saintlowe, they felt bitterness deep in their heart, as they prepared to have countless humiliating words directed at them.0

Except, Xu Qing didn’t do anything like that.0

Looking calmly at Saintlowe, he said, “Grandmaster Saintlowe,...2