"Father, are you alright?"
Yuchi Hongbo raised his hand, instantly using his Inner Strength to evaporate the liquid on the old man's hand, then ordered the servants to fetch a change of clothes. However, he saw the old man's body stiffen like a puppet, his gaze fixed on his own fingers.
The old man did not want to damage the wine and hadn't used his Inner Strength. He wasn't a Martial Artist reliant on External Cultivation, so when the wine jar's fragments grazed his fingers, they left a minor wound. The crimson liquid seeped from his well-maintained palm, striking a rather unsettling sight.
Yuchi Hongbo hesitated, "Father?"
The old man lifted his head slightly. Though it was a simple action, Yuchi Hongbo, head of the family and a Pillar of the State, felt his breath catch again, sensing that overwhelming pressure from the old man once more.
"Hongbo..."
"Your son is here."
The old man took a deep breath.
