With Jiang Wuyuan, who was so engrossed in training, around, Huo Ling was forced to spend the entire morning in the training room.
When Cen Bo came to the training room to find the two, Huo Ling was lying on the ground with a look of utter despair.
Why is he increasing his training intensity during his vacation?!
Huo Ling felt his blood and energy almost completely depleted, and his eye twitched.
When they saw Cen Bo calling them to eat, they quickly got up from the ground, opened the door of the training room, and rushed out.
He will absolutely not come into this shabby training room again today!
Jiang Wuyuan watched Huo Ling's hasty retreat with amusement, shook his arm, and nodded slightly to Cen Bo: "Let's go to the restaurant, Cen Bo."
“Yes, Young Master Jiang.” Uncle Cen smiled slightly and led Jiang Wuyuan to the restaurant.
Huo Qianshan had already sat down at the dining table at some point, his gaze deep and unfocused, not even bothering to restrain Huo Ling's slumped posture in the chair.
Upon seeing Jiang Wuyuan arrive, Huo Qianshan's fingers, which were resting on the table, trembled slightly: "Little Yuan is here, please sit here."
He pointed to the spot on his left.
Jiang Wuyuan nodded: "I'm late."
"It's not late. We don't have so many formalities when we eat at home." Huo Qianshan turned to look at Uncle Cen standing to the side. "Let's serve the dishes."
Huo Ling pouted: "Hey, Dad, this isn't how you taught me table manners before."
"Eat your food." Huo Qianshan glanced at him.
The Huo family's meals were very good, and the portions were generous.
Uncle Cen brought out the dishes one by one, and finally placed a glass of wine next to each person.
"This is a new cocktail that the chef has developed. You and the two young masters may have a taste." After serving the dishes, Uncle Cen put down the tray in his hand and stood respectfully to the side.
"It's a new research." Huo Ling curiously picked up the cup and took a sip. "It's sweet? But it has a fruity aroma, not bad."
Huo Qianshan's expression remained unchanged, his gaze subtly sweeping over the wine glass in front of Jiang Wuyuan: "Let's eat."
After saying that, he was the first to put down his chopsticks.
Jiang Wuyuan also picked up a dish placed in front of him and began to taste it.
He eats quickly, but not ravenously; in fact, it's a pleasure to watch him eat.
After swallowing another mouthful of food, Jiang Wuyuan felt a bit thirsty and subconsciously picked up the wine glass placed to the side.
Huo Qianshan paused in his chopsticks, a pause that Huo Ling keenly noticed.
What's wrong?
Don't drink it.
Jiang Wuyuan's head-tilting motion faltered, and his hand holding the cup stopped abruptly.
Seeing that he didn't continue drinking, Huo Qianshan almost nervously asked, "Xiao Yuan, is this cocktail not to your taste? Would you like to change it?"
Jiang Wuyuan snapped out of his daze: "No need, Uncle Huo... I'll drink it later."
"What are you drinking?" The Blade Spirit's voice was almost annoyed.
The next second, a burst of flame was suddenly flung out from the spirit ring where the sword spirit resided, instantly shattering the wine cup in Jiang Wuyuan's hand.
Click—
The moment the glass shattered, a ghostly blue flame enveloped the dripping wine, instantly evaporating it completely.
All of this happened in an instant.
After the flames burned the liquor, they also disappeared without a trace.
[Teacher?] Jiang Wuyuan was still a little confused.
The sword spirit snorted coldly and said nothing more.
The scene fell silent.
"This... ice cube, if you don't like it, you can give it to me." Huo Ling blinked blankly. "Why did you break the glass like that? And when did you learn to play with fire? This flame looks so cool!"
Huo Qianshan's gaze also fell on Jiang Wuyuan: "You didn't hurt your hand, did you?"
Jiang Wuyuan didn't know how to explain that he hadn't done any of this, but judging from the sword spirit's reaction, something must have been put in the wine.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wuyuan's gaze immediately fell on Huo Ling, who was sitting opposite him.
Huo Ling also drank alcohol just now, so wouldn't that mean...?
"Do you feel any discomfort in your body?" Jiang Wuyuan asked Huo Ling anxiously.
"Huh? Me?" Huo Ling examined his body and instantly wore a mournful expression. "Yes! I feel terrible! My energy hasn't recovered yet! I absolutely will not step into the training room again today!"
Upon hearing the first half of Huo Ling's sentence, Jiang Wuyuan was anxious to get up, but upon hearing the second half, his lips twitched, and he sat back down speechlessly.
He's alright.
Of course, what was most reassuring was the sword spirit's verbal reminder.
Jiang Wuyuan gradually calmed down, and the words he wanted to remind them circled in his mouth before he swallowed them back.
He lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the fleeting glint of darkness in them.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Huo, I broke the cup," Jiang Wuyuan apologized in a deep voice.
"It's nothing," Huo Qianshan smiled. "It's just a cup."
Huo Qianshan's performance was perfectly appropriate, causing Jiang Wuyuan's suspicions to waver for a moment.
——
The three quickly finished their meal, and Jiang Wuyuan, not intending to stay at the Huo family any longer, got up to say goodbye.
"Uncle Huo, I'm going back now." Saying that, she turned around and nodded to Huo Ling, "See you when you return to Zhan Tian Academy."
"Okay!" Huo Ling waved to Jiang Wuyuan, "Be careful on the road! I'll have the driver take you."
"Be careful." Huo Qianshan nodded steadily.
"No need, I can go back by myself."
After Jiang Wuyuan had completely left, Huo Qianshan remained silent for a moment, then slowly said to Huo Ling, "Go back to Zhantian Academy now."
Huo Ling's expression froze: "What? Father, I just... yesterday..."
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