As Huacheng had yet to approach, Xie Lian suddenly lunged forward.
This lunge was quite fierce, surprising everyone that Huacheng didn’t stumble back at all.
He didn’t even sway; he simply placed his hands on Xie Lian’s back and let out a soft chuckle, remaining silent.
Xie Lian was overjoyed but then quickly remembered something.
He said, “Wait, San Lang! The Emperor... Jun Wu is wary of you. You should be guarding the formation in the imperial city. He must have sent someone to keep an eye on things. If you suddenly disappear like this, he might notice! Moreover, with only Wind Master guarding the formation, is that alright?”
Huacheng replied, “Don’t worry, brother, that has already been taken care of. There won’t be any flaws showing for now.”
Xie Lian guessed that he must have blocked the eyes Jun Wu sent or perhaps left a decoy behind, but he didn’t press for more details.
At this time, Huacheng lazily remarked, “It seems that brother truly misses me a lot.”
“…”
Xie Lian recalled the nonsensical words he had spoken in front of Jun Wu when they communicated before, and noticed how tightly he was holding onto Huacheng.