It maybe the same for Hua Cheng, but he isn't interested to give that a test. Being a ghost, he's not sure what kind of body they, the Carpenter, had given him, but it's functional and there's physical sensation. He has long forgotten what being human feels like centuries ago, but he can feel a great weakness and perhaps a fatal mortality if he isn't too careful.

His polite smile falter somewhat, becoming serious, and he takes a sip of his wine. "Let's not die, your highness." At least, hopefully not again. "Let's work together."