“Mister Lucian…”
“All of the children have been settled.”
“They’ve been given food, warm clothes…”
“And they’ve all been transported safely to your palace.”
“Master Ancient One is staying there to look after them.”
Mordo looked utterly exhausted.
Dark circles framed his eyes.
Yet…
His gaze shone brighter than ever.
Over the course of the previous night, he had opened portals back and forth more than a dozen times.
Together, they had rescued nearly one thousand children.
Most of them were orphans.
Only a small number still had living relatives.
For almost twenty years, Mordo had studied magic with a single purpose:
To protect and help ordinary people.
Although Kamar-Taj’s sorcerers occasionally descended the mountain to aid nearby villages…
He had never experienced anything like last night.
“Good.”
Lucian nodded.
Then quietly closed his eyes.
After a moment, Mordo asked,
“Mr.
Lucian…”
“Are we rescuing more children tonight?”
“There aren’t any left in this region.”
Lucian answered softly.
“Then…”
“Shall we wipe out the White Lotus Society tonight?”
Mordo asked again.
Lucian slowly shook his head.
“No.”
“Someone else will deal with the White Lotus.”
“We’ll rest for another two days.”
“Then we’ll return.”
“I understand.”
Mordo nodded and fell silent.
The room became quiet once more.
Meanwhile…
Huang Feihong and Leung Foon arrived at the International Medical Conference.
After finding their assigned seats…
They sat down to wait.
Ten minutes later…
The conference officially began.
A Western host stepped onto the stage.
“Please welcome…”
“Doctor Smith from England.”
A middle-aged blond physician in a white coat walked to the podium.
His assistant wheeled a hospital bed onto the stage.
Another hour passed.
Huang Feihong sat completely bewildered.
He couldn’t understand a single word the foreign doctors were saying.
Beside him…
Leung Foon had long since fallen asleep.
Then—
“Master Feihong Feihong of Po Chi Lam, Foshan…”
“Please come to the stage.”
The previous speaker bowed and returned to his seat.
Hearing his name…
Huang Feihong hurried to his feet.
Leung Foon rubbed his eyes and quickly followed.
Onstage…
Leung Foon hung a large anatomical chart on a display board.
It depicted the human body together with the locations of major acupuncture points.
Huang Feihong began confidently.
“The human body corresponds to the Five Elements—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth…”
Before he could continue…
The foreign physicians immediately began whispering among themselves.
Leung Foon looked confused.
“Master…”
“Maybe you’re speaking too quietly?”
Huang Feihong nodded.
“Perhaps.”
He raised his voice and started again.
But the discussion only grew louder.
Just then…
A man stood from the audience with a smile.
“Master Feihong…”
“They don’t understand Chinese.”
“Would you allow me to interpret for you?”
Huang Feihong looked over in surprise.
It was the same man they had met that morning…
The one who had explained that the so-called “piglets” actually referred to kidnapped children.
“Wonderful!”
“Thank you very much!”
Huang Feihong clasped his fists gratefully.
The man smiled.
“Think nothing of it.”
He walked calmly onto the stage.
Half an hour later…
The entire hall erupted into applause.
Every foreign physician had risen to their feet.
Expressions of amazement covered their faces.
Huang Feihong’s explanation of acupuncture had completely overturned their understanding of medicine.
Simply inserting two tiny needles into specific points on the leg…
Could temporarily block nerve sensation entirely.
To them…
It was nothing short of miraculous.
Seeing the standing ovation…
Huang Feihong’s face lit up with excitement.
He turned toward the man beside him.
“Brother…”
“I truly can’t thank you enough.”
“My name is Huang Feihong.”
“I haven’t yet had the honor of learning yours.”
The man smiled warmly.
“My name is…”
“Sebastian.”
“Brother Sun—”
Huang Feihong had barely begun speaking when his expression suddenly changed.
“Look out!”
He shoved Sebastian violently to one side.
Whoosh!
An arrow wrapped with a yellow talisman burst through the window.
It struck exactly where Sebastian had been standing moments earlier.
That single arrow…
Was only the beginning.
An instant later…
Hundreds of arrows rained into the conference hall from outside.
“Screams!”
Several foreign doctors were struck clean through before they could react.
“Mr.
Sun!”
“Quickly!”
“We have to leave!”
Huang Feihong shouted.
“Right!”
Sebastian nodded immediately.
The three rushed toward the nearest exit.
As they reached the doorway…
Huang Feihong suddenly noticed a small medical case beneath the seat where Sebastian had been sitting.
“Mr.
Sun!”
“Your medical bag!”
“Don’t touch it!”
Sebastian’s expression changed drastically.
He hurriedly shouted.
But he was already too late.
Huang Feihong casually hooked the case toward himself with his foot…
Then picked it up in one smooth motion.
Only after they had sprinted into a nearby alley…
And confirmed that no one had followed them…
Did they finally stop to catch their breath.
Leung Foon bent over, panting.
“Master…”
“W-Who were those people?”
Huang Feihong’s face darkened.
“They were probably members of the White Lotus Society.”
His normally gentle voice carried unmistakable anger.
Ever since arriving in Guangzhou…
The White Lotus had caused one incident after another.
They had tried to seize Aunt Thirteen.
Now…
They had fired indiscriminately into a building filled with innocent people.
They hadn’t cared who lived…
Or who died.
At that moment…
Sebastian pulled a pocket watch from inside his robe and checked the time.
“Master Feihong…”
“I still have important matters to attend to.”
“I’ll take my leave.”
Huang Feihong smiled and clasped his fists.
“Very well, Mr.
Sun.”
“Until we meet again.”
Sebastian returned the salute.
“Until we meet again.”
With his medical case in hand…
He quickly disappeared down the street.