Huo Jin settled on the chair and looked at the book that Wang Fuxing had put on the table.
"It is a book very dear to me. My Master, who trained me, handed me this. He told me that the philosophy written by the great scholar will guide me throughout my life. It indeed has guided me, Huo Jin." Wang Fuxing, after seeing the curiosity of Huo Jin, told him.
"You can read it in your free time," Wang Fuxing said and forwarded the book to him.
"It is of Father. How can I—"
Wang Fuxing interrupted him in the middle. "I have read it numerous times and every line of this book is now in my blood," he asserted.
Huo Jin took it from him and thanked him.
"How are you feeling?" Wang Fuxing asked.
"Better than earlier, Father," Huo Jin answered.
"That's great," Wang Fuxing said and called for a servant. "Bring the tea for us," he ordered the servant, who bowed and walked out.