Jing Garden, Gathering Residence.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough——"
The old butler entered the room to see the bedridden Jing Qingfu sitting up and coughing, his frail body shaking uncontrollably like sieved straw.
He hurried over to put the mouthpiece of the water pipe into the master's mouth. Jing Qingfu took a few deep puffs of the milky white smoke, his aged face flushing with an unhealthy red, and his coughing immediately ceased, even the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.
"Master, you cannot stop this smoke." The old butler sighed, pressing Jing Qingfu's back to help ease his breathing: "A few days ago, you went out once and lost a lot of primordial energy. If you don't take a few more puffs to replenish it, your body won't hold up."
