The pass he held in his hand never felt more foreign than it did at that moment. Since it was the general who said it, Mei Deng was certain that the pass he held truly did belong to his clan.
"Is something the matter? You seem flustered." Wang Tengfei noted, he reached out and placed the back of his palm over Mei Deng's forehead, a worried look in his eye.
Mei Deng darted his eyes, "Wh-What are you busy doing-"
"You're burning up, I think you have a fever, it might have resulted from that wound. You should go rest in my carriage, we're leaving now." The general told him, with his land still resting on the other man's warm forehead.
"It's fine, it'll clear up in a day or two." Yu Xiaoguang told him, and took a step back, retreating before he got sucked into the general's pace.
Wang Tengfei sighed, "So, why are you holding that thing? Are you looking to intimidate me with it?" He asked, walking in step with Mei Deng.
