Hua Cheng fell ill.
Though it was just a slight ailment, discovering that the Ghost King could get sick was indeed quite astonishing.
So, when Xie Lian returned to Qian Deng Guan and routinely checked the calligraphy exercises Hua Cheng was practicing, his heart filled with worry upon seeing Hua Cheng's flushed cheeks.
After pushing Hua Cheng onto the divine altar—nothing more than a spacious platform where the two of them often rolled around, since there were no deity statues present—Xie Lian reached out to touch his face and forehead, feeling increasingly anxious, "You're burning up."
Hua Cheng chuckled, "Of course I would be hot when I see my brother. If you touch me again, I might get even hotter."
Xie Lian was momentarily taken aback, then quickly pretended that his face had turned red from anger instead.
He said, "Even sick and your mouth is still so unrestrained."
Hua Cheng replied innocently, "But did I say anything? I’m being very honest here. Brother, don’t worry, it’s just a minor issue, I’ll be fine."
However, Xie Lian could hear the low, hoarse tone in his voice.
His brows knitted together as he said, "Then rest well. I’ll be here with you for the next few days until you feel better."