"What is this?"
Ning Zhibai frowned slightly as he examined the chunk of meat inside the box.
He reached out to lightly touch it and felt a cool sensation at his fingertips, accompanied by a slight tingling. He quickly retracted his finger and scratched the back of his neck.
"It's said to be 'Ancient Meat.'"
Ning Wantong glanced at it and replied, "Zhang Chun's father is a hunter in the mountains; this piece of Ancient Meat was dug out from there, specifically saved for you. It is said that eating it can aid in advancing one's martial skills."
"At my age, taking such things is no longer of any use,"
Ning Zhibai shook his head with a smile and replaced the lid, "Take these to Young Master Su, who is full of vigor and might find a use for them."
Ning Wantong had just reached out to take it.
Suddenly, Ning Zhibai staggered, as a wave of dizziness struck him.
He almost fell, but Ning Wantong quickly reached out to support him, preventing a fall.
"Father?"
