In a garden full of plum blossom-species feys, a man with three scars on his face carefully pushed a wheelchair. A skinny young man with a rug over his legs sat in the wheelchair.
The young man coughed violently for three full minutes. His face was red and blotchy, and a blood aura emanated from his body.
The man anxiously said, "Third Young Master, it's so windy today. Why are you admiring the plum blossoms now? Why don't I push you back in to rest? I'll ask Auntie Zhong to cook a bowl of soup for you tonight, and your cold will be able to recover partially."
The skinny young man did not respond and continued to stare at the trees, which were being stripped of petals by the wind.
A moment later, the skinny boy said, "The family is going to engage in a blood pact ultimate fight under orders of Second Brother. What do you think about this?"
