“Nothing. Just something that irritates him…,” I said smilingly, looking at Xing Chuan. I muttered softly, “Well, you heard me. You should know that I keep my promise.”

Xing Chuan’s eyeballs rolled and twitched vigorously, and his eyelashes quivered, but he couldn’t open his eyes.

“Master, the Great Ghost King, and the sixteen Ghost Messengers are here,” Ice Dragon reported. We exchanged a glance and nodded.

“Chuan!” Su Yang’s voice was at the door. He rushed in, but he halted the moment he saw Xing Chuan.

There were too many emotions in his eyes, and he was at a loss for words.

He slowly walked next to Xing Chuan’s medic capsule and picked up his hand. He looked at Xing Chuan for...