"The Saint once said, 'When Mount Tai crumbles before you, remain unflinching; when wolves thrive around you, keep your eyes open.' This is the mark of one who has truly mastered Qigong."
Facing the weeping Ning Qingfeng, Ning Qiankun's voice was dry, akin to a water pipe from which no more drops could be squeezed.
Slowly turning around, his gaze cold, Ning Qiankun looked at Ning Qingfeng prostrated on the ground, a barely discernible hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"Qingfeng, you're no longer young, yet your Qigong has not matured. Why have you come to see me today? I'm not interested in hearing about the struggle for benefits between you and your elder brother."
"Father... you are unaware."
Ning Qingfeng suppressed his anger, tears streaming down as he hoarsely said, "Elder Brother... is dead!"
"What!"
