Zhan Beilie was equally shocked.
Mo Liancheng's narrow, long phoenix eyes swept slightly; his unparalleled grace instantly overshadowed the firelight in the room, nothing more dazzling than his presence. Qu Tan'er was supporting him, carefully leading him towards the chair. Only she understood that right now, Mo Liancheng was still a patient. After a month in seclusion, he had absorbed all medicinal effects of the Ghost Face Ghost Flower, but had only recovered about sixty to seventy percent.
That previous move still made him a bit strained.
Under the watch of Zhan Family's ancestral grandson, Qu Tan'er was thinking of a way and took out a bottle of Flowers Brew, found a cup, and poured it out. As the Flowers Brew was a bit cold, she held the cup in her palm. White mist rose, and in just a moment, the Flowers Brew in the cup emitted heat.
She carefully brought it to Mo Liancheng's front, trying to please him, saying: "Chengcheng, have a sip to moisten your throat."
