Shi Qingxuan, with a serious expression, said, "I want to try and see if I can deal with that thing myself. In any case, Your Highness, you're more experienced. Do you have time? If not, please don't force yourself."
Shi Qingxuan had helped Xie Lian quite a lot in the past. Now in need of urgent help and asking for a favor, Xie Lian couldn't possibly refuse. But Hua Cheng had traveled a long way to be a guest, and hadn't even had much fun yet. If Xie Lian left, who would entertain Hua Cheng? Though to be frank, even when he did, it wasn't that great.
While he was lost in thought, Hua Cheng, resting on his chin with one hand, smiled and said, "Brother, are you going to see that common-tongue immortal? If you don't mind, can you bring me along? After all, it's quite the strange thing, and I've never seen it myself."
Xie Lian thought, "How understanding San Lang is." Feeling grateful for his understanding, he nodded. Shi Qingxuan had no objections; he knew well enough that Hua Cheng wasn't there to help him, but at least Hua Cheng wouldn't cause trouble, so it didn't matter whether he came or not. Xie Lian then said, "But that common-tongue immortal appears and vanishes unpredictably. We don't know when or where it will appear again."