"Miss Murong grows extremely powerful during her episodes," the steward, Murong Yuguang, began with a somber tone. "She doesn't recognize anyone and attacks indiscriminately - even Lord and Lady Murong aren't spared. Her eyes turn blood-red as she screams from intense heat coursing through her body like fire itself. The aftermath leaves her debilitated for days now. With these episodes occurring more frequently, her already fragile constitution has deteriorated further."

Mo Han's brows furrowed at the steward's description. This wasn't a mere illness - it was definitely some form of dark curse, and not an ordinary one at that. Curses were forbidden magics associated solely with necromancers, those abhorred spellcasters whose rituals had long been outlawed across the continent.

The fact this particular curse showed such potency meant its caster must have held considerable rank among those cursed practitioners. Mo Han's mind raced back to his master Mo Xiu Yi's research notes on necromantic arts - without those records, Miss Murong might already be beyond salvation.

"This is unacceptable," he muttered through clenched teeth before addressing the steward directly. "May I request permission to examine the lady? There may still be a way to temporarily suppress her condition."

Murong Yuguang's eyes suddenly lit with hope as he grasped Mo Han's arm in desperation, his voice cracking with emotion. "If you can help our mistress, young sir, you'll earn my eternal gratitude! I swear on my name and loyalty to the Murong family that your kindness will never be forgotten!"

He was about to kneel when Mo Han caught his wrist mid-motion. "Please, Master Yuguang," he said hastily, "I only mentioned possibilities, not certainties. Let me see Miss Murong immediately."

The initial annoyance in Mo Han's chest melted away at the steward's heartfelt plea. This man's unwavering dedication to his charge proved he possessed true nobility of spirit.

"Forgive my absentmindedness!" Yuguang exclaimed suddenly, slapping his forehead before turning to lead them through the garden path. "Miss Murong is currently in crisis - we must hurry!"

Mo Han followed without protest into the estate's rear courtyard where chaos reigned. Servants moved with frantic urgency between crumbling vases and shattered furniture, their expressions confirming what he already suspected about Miss Murong's popularity among her household staff.

As they approached a secluded pavilion, piercing cries mixed with shattering glass reached them. A woman's voice trembled through the air: "My sweet Snowflake! What cruel fate has befallen you?"

The pavilion erupted in motion as Mo Han arrived. At its center stood Miss Murong - pale figure in flowing white, hair wild and eyes glowing red as she lashed out at anyone nearby. A group of onlookers stood to the side where Lord Murong and his wife Lady Nanjing watched with anguish.

"Who brought this outsider into our estate?!" barked a young man named Murong Feiyang before recognizing Mo Han with sudden hostility. "You! What business do you have here?"

"I'm not your enemy," Yuguang interjected hastily, bowing to Lord Murong. "This youth claims he might alleviate Miss Murong's suffering. Please, let him try!"

Lady Nanjing rushed forward immediately, her eyes pleading as she clutched Mo Han's sleeve. "Please save my child! The Murong and Nanjing clans will be eternally in your debt."

Lord Murong nodded solemnly. "If you succeed, young friend, you'll hold a place among our honored guests. My previous promise to the realm remains valid."

Mo Han shook his head rapidly. "I'm just doing what I can - there are no guarantees."

"Typical charlatan!" scoffed Feiyang as Lord Murong silenced him with a glare.

"This is urgent," Mo Han said, gesturing toward the pavilion. "My lord should restrain her first for treatment to be effective."

Lord Murong nodded and released a surge of blue aura before materializing next to Miss Murong. A mere touch on her neck sent her collapsing into unconsciousness though her body continued convulsing violently.

Without hesitation, Mo Han took her wrist and channeled luminous energy through the pulse point as golden light began illuminating the pavilion...