Qingfeng asked with concern, "The temperature difference has been large these past few days. Has Master caught a cold?"

Qinglang Sword Saint: "What's all the fuss about? Someone must be praising me!"

Shen Jiao patted Liang Heng on the shoulder and solemnly instructed, "Brother Liang, you stay here and take good care of His Majesty. In order not to disturb his rest and your performance, I will go to another carriage to play for a while."

Ji Yan: "..."

Qinglang is doomed!

Despite sneezing incessantly, the Azure Sword Saint remained cheerful, even a little shy. "I wonder who misses me so much, with such intense longing yet not coming to visit me."

Qingfeng: "???" Why does this not seem like it?

Meanwhile, Shen Jiao took the small box and went to another carriage.

The box contained gifts given to her by her senior brother Qinglang, her junior brother, and Yu Wushuang before she left.

No sooner had Shen Jiao left than the dying tyrant sprang to life!

Liang Heng was immediately filled with fear and unease: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you, you, you..."

Ji Yan snapped, "Get out!"

Qinglang is doomed!

"Okay!" Liang Heng quickly rolled away.

"Achoo..." The Azure Sword Saint sneezed repeatedly, still firmly believing that it was his old friend's deep longing for him!

Qingfeng paused for a moment: "Master, is it possible that someone is cursing you?"

Qinglang Sword Saint: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I've never had any merits since I was a child. My only merit is that I'm always willing to help others. I've been helping others for a hundred years. People are too busy thanking me to even think about it. How could anyone scold me? It's simply impossible!"

Qingfeng: "..." As long as you're happy.