He had nearly been killed just from being glanced at?
Shen Qingsheng choked on his breath, his chest so blocked that he could not force out a single word.
Shen Shouxing gave him a disappointed look, then said solemnly, "Tell me honestly. Did you secretly learn something behind my back?" Shen Shouxing naturally could not believe that merely looking at someone could kill them.
Mo Hua was at Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and so was his son.
Their cultivation levels were equal. Indeed, if they compared Spirit Roots, Lingli, cultivation methods, and Dao Methods, his son was superior in every respect.
How could he have lost his mind, babbled madly, and made such a spectacle of himself after being looked at once?
Foundation Establishment cultivators could not possibly possess such methods.
Most likely, the problem lay with his son himself.
Shen Shouxing looked deeply at his son.
He was usually far too busy.
Holding an important position meant countless affairs to attend to. Every move he made was watched. Forget advancing further—even merely preserving his own interests required exhausting scheming, leaving him no time to spare for anything else.
He had no way to keep an eye on his son, nor did he know what the boy did every day.
But how could he not know the spoiled habits of aristocratic family heirs?
Thinking of that "qi deviation" appearance, Shen Shouxing truly began to suspect that his son had cultivated some shameful Dao Method in pursuit of thrills, only for his meridians to fall into disorder and his mind to turn mad when he acted.
Such a thing was a grave taboo!
It would be one thing if it remained hidden, but once exposed and noticed by others, his son would be finished.
Expulsion from the sect would be the