BaiShe sketched a sarcastic smile. " Father, I think you too have the right to happiness... you are the Patriarch after all. "
" Son, your mother fills me with happiness... " replied Feng with an emphasis a little too forced to be sincere.
" So why are you drinking more these days ? " asked BaiShe while pointing at a small flask that was sticking out from his father's sleeve.
Xuan Feng sighed at length, his shoulders slumping slightly. He stood up and came to pat his son's shoulder with paternal affection tinged with melancholy.
" BaiShe, the path of cultivation is strewn with pitfalls... Sometimes, we fall madly in love with an ice beauty, a magnificent woman whose power fascinates us... and we realize much later, that she is in reality quite irascible and has nearly destroyed our Dantian multiple times out of simple jealousy... "
He marked a pause, his blue eyes seeming to relive centuries of explosive domestic scenes.
