"Don't make a noise!"
Hearing his son's panicked shouts, Zhang Suwen scolded him harshly.
His own condition was not good at all. Blood streamed from his seven orifices, and the true qi inside his body was running amok, driving him to the verge of qi deviation.
With eyes wide and bulging, filled with a web of blood threads, he tried to enter a state of feigned sleep.
"Pfft..." Instead, he spat out a mouthful of blood and had no choice but to desperately suppress his internal injuries.
At this moment, he no longer possessed his previous composure and elegance; his stable state of mind was shattered, making it impossible to enter a state of feigned sleep.
"What on earth... happened..." Zhang Suwen's tone grew agitated.
Not until this moment did he begin to care about family matters.
"There are rebels running amok in the city, and many of the scholars in our clan have been killed by him... Second Uncle deployed troops and still hasn't returned..." Young Master Eyebrow Painter said in a hoarse voice.
His injuries were actually the lightest because he had been up on the pavilion when the sonic wave erupted.
His current injuries were mainly caused by the collapsed building pinning him down.
Coupled with the fact that he protected his face with all his might, his eyebrows were still astonishingly pretty.
"What..." Hearing this situation, Zhang Suwen found it even harder to maintain his state of mind.
A wisp of sword intent in his celestial spirit frequently trembled.
Intent is born from the heart; his intent was one of laziness and hazy stupor, and must not be impatient under any circumstances.
Yet now, upon hearing that the family business was about to be ruined, a rush of panic surged in his heart, and his sword