C448 I Said That I Can Cure It

"I believe there's still hope for President Morte!"

As everyone hung their heads in resignation, a voice cut through the somber mood of the hall.

Hope? Who would suggest such a thing?

The source of the voice was the last to enter—a slender dwarf.

Faces etched with confusion turned to Amish for answers, uncertain of Zhang Xing's origins.

Amish inwardly groaned