Hua Cheng lazed around in the gambling hall, his silhouette hidden behind the sheer of the red curtains. The hall sparkled with activity from the undead, betting on the fates of themselves, or that of the living. Ghost City was the capital of debauchery, and here was no exception. Though, none of them knew a Heavenly Offical was behind that curtain too, cuddled up to Hua Cheng's chest. He languidly stroked your hair, occasionally commenting on the game on the main table he observed.