Chen Xi felt quite frustrated about Xi Zhicai, who was still laid up at the post house. Even though Hua Tuo had assured them that Xi Zhicai would not die, Chen Xi was always displeased to see him suspended between life and death like this every day. They were not afraid of clashing with Cao Cao, but if the war broke out because Xi Zhicai died at Mount Tai, things would become utterly indefensible. The ignominy of wantonly killing an envoy would be a tragedy.
"Brother Zhicai, please rest more and don't overexert yourself," Chen Xi said to Xi Zhicai, flanked by Guo Jia, offering those empty, nutritive words.
Xi Zhicai waved his hand dismissively, not bothering to engage with the two. He was no fool; after experiencing mishaps back-to-back, he had guessed that his Spiritual Talent might not be as he previously thought and that there might be distinctions between enemy and ally within it.