This time, Hua Cheng's smile was genuine and even more radiant.
The national teacher was stunned, with his hand raised, pointing at him and stammering, “... You? You are the one???”
His hand and voice trembled uncontrollably.
Hua Cheng said nothing but his expression clearly showed: Yes, I am the one who nearly burned down the whole Tai Cang Mountain!
“…”
The national teacher turned, questioning, “Your Highness, what is going on? Explain yourself?”
Xie Lian shrugged his shoulders and awkwardly replied, “... It is what it is.”
The national teacher was shaken.
He struck the back of his right hand against the palm of his left hand dozens of times before he finally managed to speak: “Look, look, look, I told you! I said the Ghost King of Despair is not to be trifled with! He has been haunting you since he was a small thing, refusing to let go! For eight hundred years, right? Eight hundred years! He has been secretly coveting you—it's terrifying, too terrifying! My calculations were so accurate!”
Xie Lian said, “Forget about it, Master, let’s not talk about that...”