At six in the evening the following day, the night had quietly descended.
The Liu Family mansion was brightly lit.
Unlike the European-style decor on the exterior, the Patriarch's bedroom on the top floor was filled with ancient charm. The edges of the large bed, crafted from fine sandalwood, were intricately carved with delicate patterns. Beside the bed, on a small stool made from rosewood, sat an inkstone with a burning incense stick. The white, cotton-like smoke drifted continuously in the air.
Jiang Jinfu blackened a small silver needle in his right hand over the incense flame before piercing it into the Ren Zhong acupoint on Liu Aimin.
Seven seconds later, the silver needle surprisingly drew out a droplet of dark purple blood from Liu Aimin's Ren Zhong acupoint.
