Xun Zhen still saw his son as he had been years ago.
Xun Ding felt the same way about his old father.
His father had been so good to him that he was afraid to let him fall from his hands or melt in his mouth. In short, ever since Xun Ding could remember, his father had never been willing to say a harsh word to him. It was as though he were a delicate porcelain doll that might shatter into pieces if his father looked away for even a moment. Even when their relationship was at its most strained, Xun Zhen had never laid a hand on him!
Xun Ding thought his father was still the same father, and that he was still the porcelain doll in his father's eyes. A porcelain doll, of course, wouldn't really get beaten. Who could have guessed that his old father would not only draw his sword and point it at him, but even unleash the Word Spirit [One Leaf Obscures the Eye]?
The same Word Spirit had different effects in different people's hands. As Xun Zhen's son, Xun Ding had been free to run wild and play in his father's study since childhood. He knew what books his father kept there, what Word Spirits he had studied, and what uses he had explored for them... He wouldn't claim to know every last detail, but he knew the broad strokes. As for his old father's usual fighting style, he knew it like the back of his hand...
One of those Word Spirits was [One Leaf Obscures the Eye].
[One leaf obscures the eye, and Mount Tai disappears from view.]
This Word Spirit specialized in attacking the mind.
Anyone struck by it would fall into an illusion.
It appeared to be a landscape of