Huo Yunjiao's handsome and frosty features were tinged with exhaustion, the cold murderous spark flickering in his eyes.
"Is Grandfather around?" He asked, his voice soft and gentile.
The servant accepted his overcoat and replied with his head bowed, "The old master has been expecting you and Young Master Huo Yirong in his study."
Huo Yunjiao rolled up his sleeves and ascended the stairs with leisurely strides.
"Wait for me, third brother!"
Huo Yirong tossed his coat to the servant and quickly followed.
Before climbing up the stairs, he ordered Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan, "You may go rest now. If anything arises, we will let you know."
"Yes, Second Master—"
Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan departed, carrying the pale-faced Huo Zhi on a stretcher.
Upstairs.
The old patriarch had spent a sleepless night.
He sat in his study, a cup of warm tea in his hands.
"Knock, knock—"
The study door echoed with knocks.
The patriarch knew his grandsons had returned.
