Inside one of Genesis Dispensary's private wards, Mosby stood over his third apprentice, Ellis. He only needed a glance before saying coldly, "Start preparing for the funeral."

Old Hayface and the rest of the gathered disciples froze like statues.

"Mr. Lake, even with your skills… you can't save Ellis?" Old Hayface asked in disbelief.

Mosby scoffed. "I can't. That punk Andrew shattered every meridian in Ellis's body. Most critically, his brain took a major blow—he suffered a severe concuss