Chapter 107

Chapter 107

The guards heaved a sigh of relief on seeing how polite Bak Wun was. They werent actual soldiers, just guards in charge of patrolling. Most of them were either commoners or mere one-chambered gliphers who couldnt afford to offend any large clans. Members of such clans were known to generally have weird tempers, and there was an incident previously where an old man suddenly killed a guard of the Eastern Bulwark because he spoke rudely. After investigating, they realised the old man was an elder of a particular clan, and the matter was dropped.

The guards were therefore relieved to hear Bak Wun speaking politely. Your honourable self is too polite. Can we take a look at the inside of the coach? Sorry for the inconvenience, but we have to do our jobs. We ask for your understanding.

Of course, please go ahead. Bak Wun laughed.

The guard moved forward and lifted the curtain, revealing Chor Shing Chit who was cultivating with his eyes shut tightly, and Chui Yim who only glanced at them before turning back to look at the scenery once more. The guard paled slightly, feeling Chor Shing Chits three-chambered gliphers aura. Chui Yim behaved like his usual self, but the guard felt he was no different from the classic, arrogant clan disciples.

Since there was nothing out of place, the guard stepped back. Chor Shing Chits aura was too suffocating anyways. But before he let them pass, a cold voice rang out.

The Tse Clan?

The guard froze at the sound. Familiar with the voice, he instantly turned around and bowed. Greetings, General.

Mhmm, the General replied. He had a cold, low and raspy voice that sounded like rocks scratching.

Bak Wun blinked his eyes, and a teasing look washed over his face the next second.



The Night Lions Tse Clan, huh? How impressive. Why didnt you use the teleportation formation instead of the night wolf? Are you here to show off? The cold voice slowly grew in pressure as the sound waves rippled towards the coach like a gale.

The night lion let out a miserable cry and lay down, not daring to move. Those queuing behind Chui Yims coach moved away quickly, resulting in long tracks caused by the hardyhorses trying to escape. That was how mighty the voice was.



Be it his voice or his looks, Chor Shing Chit greatly resembled the general in front of him.

Its been a long time, father.



Of course, there was more than one entrance at the Southern Bulwark besides the bulky city gates. There were some secret entrances too.

Inside the checkpoint was the base and barracks where the guards resided. There was one small house in the middle, surrounded and protected by many larger buildings. It was the residence of the general guarding the checkpoint.

Chor Chun Ping walked in front while Chor Shing Chit, Bak Wun and Chui Yim followed. Chui Yim kept staring at the father and son curiously. Intelligent as he was, he knew that Chor Shing Chit had a powerful backing just by the gliph tattooed on him as well as how he became a three-chambered glipher before forty. He watched the two acknowledge each other silently.

Chor Chun Ping strode into the living room. It was plain without much decoration, with only one seat for the host and eight guest seats, four on each side. Chor Chun Ping didnt go to the main seat. He turned around, his cloak flying up and revealing the Spiral Dragon gliph that pulsated, sending a bloody warmth throughout the hall.

When Chor Shing Chit regained his senses, Chor Chun Ping was hugging him very tightly. It had been nineteen years since they last met.

Im glad youre finally back.

Chor Shing Chit felt tears welling up. Nineteen years had passed since he left the clan without a word. He had imagined countless scenarios of meeting again; would his father beat him up in anger, or stare at him disappointedly? But he never imagined this.

Chor Chun Ping had always been a fierce father. Under his strict teaching, Chor Shing Chit trained physically and consumed g-food from six, managing to achieve the one-chambered state at eleven. He became one of the most talented geniuses of his generation and made his father proud. Despite this, Chor Chun Ping never relaxed during his lessons.

Chor Shing Chit felt suffocated. He was like a string pulled taut at the time, nearly breaking when that girl appeared in front of him and finally snapping when he didnt make it into the Cloud Palace.