"What can I help you with? Are you here to consult me on some matter of knowledge? Please, feel free to ask." Song Shuiping, jumping to conclusions, assumed the Ancestor of Blood Refinement and Peony were like the many others who came seeking his wisdom.
"Ahem." Mrs. Song coughed, her expression one of utter embarrassment as she tried to signal for her husband to stop talking. You might not find this mortifying, but I certainly do! This man is the Ancestor of Blood Refinement. He deciphered the Art of Blood Refinement, something Blood Refiners haven't managed for thousands of years. Isn't his knowledge far more profound than yours? The way you're speaking is so humiliating! Mrs. Song simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.
But Song Shuiping, failing to understand his wife's distress, immediately asked, "My dear, have you caught a cold? You should see a doctor."
