Son of a gun—!
Minister Kordell Nox almost sputtered it all out when he heard what the elders were saying after they'd already taken a big gulp of the apparently ground-breaking medical tea.
Could they not have said something a little earlier?
Even just a small warning. A footnote. A gentle heads-up that something inside his body was about to be fundamentally renovated.
Well, they could have tried to explain. But what would be the use of all that?
Unbeknownst to him, the full explanation wasn't something most of them could have properly understood at their current stage anyway. Moreover, who knows what kind of garble their words would sound like to so many people with varying levels of cultivation?
Then again, maybe they would finally realize that the lack of clearer instructions was not truly the elders' fault, considering they were already doing their best to explain while carefully skirting every restriction they could manage.
