Wei Chengchao stared blankly at the slowly spreading red in his wine glass, as if time had frozen at this moment.
The aroma of the Drunken Immortal Brew remained strong, yet inexplicably it was overshadowed by this sudden metallic scent.
"Blood? Why am I having a nosebleed?"
Wei Chengchao murmured to himself, his voice tinged with confusion and panic.
He glanced around, only to see his friends at the table savoring the wine with smiles, seemingly unaffected.
But his sudden nosebleed nonetheless made him uneasy.
The young master sitting across from Wei Chengchao quickly set down his wine glass and reminded him with concern, "Chengchao, you're having a nosebleed. Are you alright?"
Upon hearing their master had a nosebleed, the attendants and maidservants standing behind him hurriedly came forward, looking flustered.
"Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong?"
"Young Master, quickly use a handkerchief to wipe."
