"Hey, father. I heard you lost quite a lot of blood. Are you okay?" Sylvia asked out of concern because her father looked paler and thinner than usual.
The difference was almost indiscernible, but she could notice it easily because her father's blood resonance aura was weakened.
"It's no problem. You don't need to worry." Dylan shooed his daughter away with a hand gesture. It was just some blood qi. He just needed to recover and everything would be good.
"You see... it's not good, especially when the next event after the party is something you shouldn't miss. Coincidentally, I brought a good stuff." Sylvia took out a large oak wine barrel.
"What is this? A barrel of wine?" Dylan crossed his arms, intrigued by what his daughter wished to show.
