I am a living immortal.

Wei Zhao didn't know what to say, looking completely bewildered. Wei Ming found this rather amusing. Ever since becoming an official, Wei Zhao's face had gradually lost its expression. This was common in the officialdom; after all, you couldn't easily let others read your facial expressions, so often, you tried to avoid showing any emotion. But now, Wei Zhao looked so bewildered, a look he hadn't seen in years.

"Father, who exactly is your friend?" Wei Zhao asked almost subconsciously. He simply felt that his father's old friend was unusual. Or rather, no one who could be his father's friend was ordinary. But this unusualness was limited to the mundane.

Whether they were above one person or below ten thousand, even if they were princes and nobles, given Wei Ming's fame and status in Yan State, they wouldn't be afraid. He also knew that there were some people in this world who possessed miraculous methods. He had also visited the mysterious Demon Slayer Division and the Demon Exorcist Sect, witnessed some of the miraculous methods there, and even exchanged a few words with the supposedly immortal leader.

But even though I knew it, I was still shocked when I saw it with my own eyes again.

Seeing Wei Zhao's expression, Wei Ming guessed something and asked with interest, "What did you see?"

When Wei Zhao heard his father's tone, he knew that his father might be hiding something from him. He simply said, "I was just about to draw up a list for your 60th birthday, and halfway through, a glass-colored bird flew in from the sky?"

"Is that a bird?" Wei Zhao was not sure.

But before he could immerse himself in the shock of seeing such a strange creature, the bird landed on his shoulder, hopped twice, and then moved close to his ear. This frightened Wei Zhao so much that he was at a loss as to what to do. Then, an even greater shock occurred - the bird actually spoke in his ear.

It actually spoke...

The glass bird muttered to itself, "Are you from the Wei family?"

"That's right. I smell the scent of blood."

"Are you Wei Ming's son? Or grandson?"

"Son, please. It's just right. Please inform Master Wei that Mr. Su invites you to a banquet."

"Mr. Su's original words were: 'Brother Wei, I haven't seen you for many years and I miss you terribly. This time, Su Mu is hosting, so please do me a favor. If you don't come, I'll send someone to kidnap you. Don't forget, don't forget, Su Mu, stay.'"

As Wei Zhao was receiving the message, the glass bird stopped narrating and bit off a feather from its body. The next second, the colorful feather transformed into an invitation.

"Here's an invitation. If you want to go, you don't have to travel all the way. Just open the invitation."

After saying this, without waiting for Wei Zhao's reaction, he flapped his wings and disappeared in mid-air.

Wei Zhao stood there for a long time, holding the invitation in his hand, before he subconsciously looked around. However, he was surprised to find that although the servants didn't know why the young master was in a daze, they didn't disturb him. They quietly retreated to the side and waited, as if they hadn't seen the magical bird.

If the invitation in his hand hadn't told him that all this was real, he would have felt like he was daydreaming. So after a few seconds of hesitation, he turned back again—this time he had to confront his father and find out how many things his father was hiding from them.

It didn't look like his father was like that, but he also knew that there were demons in this world that could deceive people. Could his father have lost his mind? There were many things his father was vague about, and Wei Zhao wouldn't intervene, nor could he. But this matter was completely beyond his comprehension.

Although he was reluctant to believe it, when he saw the strange talking bird and the invitation in his hand, he speculated the worst case scenario - this was a habit he acquired in official circles - that is, his father's collusion with the evildoers had great ambitions.

Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before disappearing. He trusted his father's character, so he wanted to hear for himself what was going on.

Looking at his eldest son staring at him, Wei Ming couldn't help but sigh that his son had truly grown up. He was also very pleased with his son's composure and self-possession in the face of such a situation, as well as his trust in him.

So Wei Ming put down his pen, looked up at Wei Zhao, walked past Wei Zhao calmly, came to a desk, waved his hand and said, "Come, sit down."

As Wei Zhao sat down, Wei Ming couldn't help but sigh again. It felt like it had been ages since the two of them had sat together quietly and talked about their innermost thoughts. Wei Zhao was different from the mischievous Wei Qi, and even more different from the nerdy Wei Qian. This eldest son had also been quite mischievous as a child, but as he grew older and entered the officialdom, he rarely showed any affection.

Seeing his father's scrutiny, Wei Zhao frowned. He looked about 70% similar to Wei Ming from ten years ago. Then, the next second, his serious expression collapsed at his father's words.

"It's been a while since I've done this. By the way, you're already quite grown up, do you have a date? Hasn't your mother arranged one for you?"

"Father!!" Wei Zhao really didn't know what to say. How on earth could his father say such words in such a serious situation? It was unavoidably irritating, but he couldn't tell if the irritation was more about the embarrassment of being pressured into marriage, or the annoyance of his father answering irrelevant questions.

"Haha, don't be so serious. I just want to know your thoughts, but you should also know my character. This is just to liven up the atmosphere. This is home, not the Ministry of Justice; I am your father, not a prisoner. Your mother really didn't make any arrangements for you?"

He breathed a sigh of relief when his father said this. Then, when he heard the last sentence, he didn't know what expression to use. Finally, he said helplessly, "My mother has tried to find a good match, but so far, I haven't found a good match. I don't want to do that. I want to build a career first and then start a family."

"Not bad." Wei Ming nodded.

"How's the Ministry of Justice? Did that stubborn Zhang Yanluo give you any trouble?"

"Zhang Yanluo," as his name suggests, possesses a square, stern face, particularly thick, upturned eyebrows. A frown creates a menacing look. But serving in the Ministry of Justice demands a fierce presence. He was considered Wei Ming's personal mentor, but he never joined his faction. When Wei Ming resigned as Minister of Justice, this man vehemently opposed it. However, with Wei Ming's support, he ascended to the position. The two were both enemies and friends.

This man refused to yield to power. Right was right, wrong was wrong, and he refused to compromise. It was because of him that the Ministry of Justice changed its previous attitude, becoming extremely tough and aggressive. It wasn't that no one had tried to persuade this stubborn man, but he wouldn't listen.

Wei Zhao subconsciously replied, "Master Zhang is very kind and did not embarrass me."

However, he realized why the topic was getting further and further away. He had clearly come to seek an explanation from his father.