Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 521

The shocking news left the public in a state of commotion, yet within the palace walls, tranquillity prevailed, everyone unaffected by the news.

In the garden of Almighty Hall, a navy blue-haired teenager sat crossed-legged with his eyes shut.

He sat as if amidst an ocean, surrounded by the sound of crashing waves, remaining still nonetheless. Countless thin swords hung in the air like silver rain, crashing into the wave-like energliph shield.

Energliph collided in the spacious garden, swirling many fallen petals from the ground into colorful dust that decorated the air.

The energliph soon dispersed, leaving only colorful powder sprinkled all across the place as evidence of the earlier actions.

The teenager stood up with a gentle smile on his face, inadvertently displaying his noble and regal bearing.

“Brother Lee’s Drizzle Sword is increasingly exquisite as days pass by. Very soon, it might even become too powerful for me to handle.”

The teenager standing on the opposite side smiled after hearing him. “Your Highness is being too polite. It’s just the pure energy field of your Highness’s energliph. Only taking cultivation talent into consideration, your Highness is the strongest disciple of the imperial clan, truly an excellent talent.”

The navy-blue-haired teenager was none other than Lam Zaa.

He had become more mature after four years, and unlike other imperial clan disciples, he did not give up on cultivation to solely focus on politics. On the contrary, he ignored politics to put even more effort into cultivation.

Lam Chun did not have any opinion towards Lam Zaa pursuing his passion because in Lam Chun’s mind, he would still be around for at least the next hundred years to lead the South, so Lam Zaa could do anything that felt right to him during this time.

Thus, the teenage boy chose to cultivate. Lam Zaa was unwilling to let his talent go to waste seeing how he successfully inherited the Hundred Streams Body… or was it the two boys who had long disappeared into the fog that made him persevere?

“I heard that both of them have returned,” Lam Zaa said softly.

“Just in time.” The other teenager was slightly stunned but he reacted fast. He was still wearing a smile, but his eyes darkened.

“Anybody can challenge the Itinerants of Cloud Palace, and they are not allowed to reject. I'm looking forward to seeing what Cloud Palace has turned the brainless blacksmith Chui Yim into,” he said and kept his fan.

Lam Zaa did not react to the teenager's words. That was exactly what he had planned: for this teenager to challenge Kam Chin Kee and Chui Yim first. Given his current status, it was inappropriate for him to do so; he was the crown prince, no longer a young kid. Age wouldn’t work as an excuse like four years ago if he lost again.

“Then I shall congratulate Brother Lee for shaking the world by defeating Cloud Palace.” Lam Zaa smiled and placed his hands together.

“Brother Lee, pardon me.” The next second, he caught a beautiful figure dashing by from the corner of his eyes.

Kan Hang was making tea in the living room. He was never good at it despite making tea for Lam Chun since a young age. The other would always jokingly tell him off for how bad it tasted, but finished it nonetheless. So Lam Chun became the first emperor of the Lam Dynasty who had to make himself and his shadow tea.

However, time changes a person.

After Lam Ming Sum went into the fog for Cloud Palace four years ago, Kan Hang had nothing to do with his life and turned to the art of making tea. Within four years, his skills improved greatly. The palace having numerous precious tea leaves for him to practice with was a contributing factor too.

Currently, he was in his own world filling the cups carefully when a cheerful voice cut him off, “Uncle Kan, I’m back!”

Kan Hang nearly threw his precious purple clay teapot out the window when he saw a smiley girl with navy blue hair standing outside the door. After arriving at Evergreen Palace, Lam Ming Sum did not disguise her hair and combed it into a neat ponytail, looking just like a fox.

Lam Ming Sum was not the crybaby of four years ago, but a mature teenager brimming with energy. In fact, she changed the most out of her, Chui Yim, and Kam Chin Kee. It only seemed otherwise because of how much taller the boys had become.

She was still average-looking as always; there was nothing special about her other than her fine, blue hair. However, Lam Ming Sum was the type one wouldn’t get tired looking at.

It was those like her that were the most captivating, rather than stunning beauties.

Kan Hang was so shocked that all he could think of was to kneel down to her, but before he could do so, Lam Ming Sum looked at him unhappily. “Uncle Kan, it’s only been four years and you have already forgotten how there's no etiquette required for the both of us?”

Kan Hang was smiling from ear to ear, a rare expression on his expressionless face. “Hahaha. I'm so glad that you're back. Hahaha.”

Lam Ming Sum was in a great mood. To her, Kan Hang was more like her father than Lam Chun.

“I'll cook tonight!” Lam Ming Sum rolled up her sleeves. “I've learned so many new recipes from the third teacher!”

“You should take a rest first. Travelling is so tiring…” Kan Hang said, having heartfelt pain for her.

“Uncle Kan, I used a teleportation gliph!” Lam Ming Sum didn't know if she should cry or smile.

It was a rare sight for someone who could turn into a black shadow to act so stupidly, but Kan Hang found it hard to think right now. All he could do was wear a silly smile and stare at Lam Ming Sum like his daughter who had finally returned after years. “Oh… okay… as long as you're back.”

Outside Ming Sum Hall, a figure stood behind a wall, only revealing half of himself. He had the ability to clearly see things that were meters away.

“You're back…?” Lam Zaa whispered with a complicated look.

That night, the Wandering Son’s Lake residence welcomed an unexpected yet expected guest.

Chui Yim laughed, and the both of them hugged. The man was still expressionless as ever; to put it in a rude way, he always looked like a family member had passed away. There was only gentleness on his face when he saw Chui Yim. “You’re almost as tall as me! It’s only been four years!”

The expressionless man was none other than Chor Shing Chit, who watched Chui Yim grow. He always lamented when he recalled how he watched the bald kid run around the field of an institution in Southary just for free first-class school food.