“Your Highness, what should we do now?” Qian Jin asked anxiously. “You’re asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?” Li Wenxing looked utterly miserable. “The two divine physicians are dead, we can’t control the plague, and now there’s this deadly poison mist that kills everything it touches --- how am I supposed to handle this? My head’s about to explode!” “Your Highness, maybe we should retreat for now? If the mist keeps spreading, this city will be doomed. Staying here will only put your life in danger,” Qian Jin advised. “Retreat? Retreat where? If Wugang City falls, then so does my future!” Li Wenxing slumped in defeat. Everyone knew this plague-containment assignment was a test from the emperor. If he performed well, he could very well be chosen as heir to the throne. If he failed, he could kiss that dream goodbye forever. He had come so far --- how could he accept losing the crown now that it was almost in his grasp? “Your Highness, as long as you’re alive,...