Walking into the courtyard, Jiang Xiaobai heard a few coughs from inside the house.
Jiang Yixiao said, "This is where father resides."
Jiang Xiaobai's heart tightened with tension, a feeling he hadn't experienced in so long. He was about to meet the man who gave him life, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Jiang Yixiao pushed open the door and led Jiang Xiaobai inside. The room was filled with antique furniture, evidently from an older era, yet they were all well-preserved.
"Father, I've brought my younger brother back."
Jiang Yixiao grabbed Jiang Xiaobai's hand and led him to the inner room. The inner room was a bedroom, dimly lit, where an old and frail man lay, coughing violently from time to time.
"Child, child..."
The old man lifted his hand, struggling to sit up.
Almost instinctively, Jiang Xiaobai quickly stepped forward and bent down. Before he could clearly see the man's face on the bed, the man suddenly opened his mouth and spat a mist at him.
