Xie Lian suddenly seized him and asked in surprise, "San Lang?! What's wrong with you?"
Hua Cheng was relatively calm.
He replied, "It's nothing. Just a bit too much."
Hearing this, Xie Lian was dumbfounded.
"How can you say it's nothing?! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
It was the divine power, that immense divine power!
Hua Cheng often sent Xie Lian divine power as if it were inexhaustible, smiling as if it posed no burden to him.
But that was his own power, not just sand from the river; how could it be truly endless?
It wasn't Hua Cheng's fault for not saying anything sooner; it was his own fault for not thinking of it sooner.
Xie Lian felt both regretful and anxious.
"I'll give it back to you!"
He cupped Hua Cheng's face and kissed him.
Feng Xin and Mu Qing saw this and instinctively took a few steps back, deciding to let the two of them sort things out.
With the curse broken, he desperately channeled all the divine power he could into Hua Cheng, hoping to restore him quickly.
But after kissing for a while, when he let go, he saw that the red sleeves of Hua Cheng's robe and the silver cuffs were still transparent, even becoming half-transparent!
Xie Lian was stunned for a long moment, his heart racing with fear.