They were clearly afraid of something.
Or perhaps, they had seen something terrifying.
"Master, Mistress."
As the couple entered, a shy young girl carrying a water basin walked out, a panicked expression on her face. When she saw Xie Luohe, her hands trembled and the basin crashed to the floor.
The dropped basin seemed to be the last straw. She scrambled to pick up the basin and towel, but in the middle of her frantic efforts, she fell to her knees, covered her face, and burst into tears.
"What's wrong?"
Nearly all of the Sun Tribe's younger generation were her disciples. Xie Luohe stepped forward and helped the young girl up. "Luo, what's wrong?"
"Ri Ding… Ri Ding's feet, they're sick!"
The young girl, Ri Luo, was crying her heart out.
Leaving Xie Luohe to comfort Ri Luo, Zheng Xiu went inside.
The clean room was filled with a strange smell. Zheng Xiu frowned and walked over to the bed.
The young man's feet were wrapped in thick layers of gauze.
