Though he considered himself unafraid of such pain.
A sense of helplessness still spread deep within him.
'What in the world is going on?'
'This doesn't feel like a welcome home celebration.'
But fortunately, after they went inside, Yang Fang showed no intention of opening the entrance to the secret chamber.
Instead, he motioned for Yang Mo to sit.
Once Yang Mo was seated, Yang Fang didn't speak right away. Instead, he took out his pipe, filled the bowl with specially prepared medicinal tobacco, lit it, and began puffing away.
A gloomy, oppressive atmosphere spread throughout the bedroom.
It was so heavy that Yang Mo could barely breathe.
He carefully observed the couple. Their faces were incredibly ruddy, suggesting abundant vitality, but this redness was unlike that of a healthy person. In comparison, it was more garish. Their hair had also thinned considerably.
He didn't know if it was from worry or some other reason.
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... GAG!"
