The lingering ache from the truck collision haunted Xie Lian's consciousness. As he opened his eyes, the first sight was a tall, strikingly handsome man in crimson robes, urgently instructing his servant. "Yin Yu! Bring water; Xie Lian has lost consciousness." You were in ancient China right now which was lot different from modern China .... it was a whole different world .

Confusion clouded Xie Lian's thoughts; he was no longer a mere reader but seemingly embodied the character. The Ghost King, Hua Cheng, noticed his awakening, mismatched orbs widening with concern. "Your Highness? What happened? You fell unconscious." Hua Cheng's voice held a worried undertone as he gently cupped Xie Lian's face, the touch strangely cold yet oddly comforting. Hua cheng was unaware of what If happening . You were teaching him calligraphy which is when uou suddenly lost consciousness.