Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Bak Wun and Chor Shing Chit had weird expressions. They turned away from Chui Yim, acting as if they didnt know him. Often addressed as old man, even Bak Wun was truly embarrassed despite his thick skin; he coughed and vanished from his seat.

On the other hand, Chor Shing Chit, whose gliph was uniquely tattooed, also had an interesting expression. Seeing how fast Bak Wun escaped, he regretted that he lacked the ability to disappear there and then. Right now, he wanted to dig a hole and hide.

If those on the ground floor could hear the debate upstairs, so could the other way round. Mo-Yung Kit was enjoying Ping Chings mental struggle when he heard the voice. His face fell while Ping Chings friends started laughing.

Mo-Yung Kit is open to suggestions if anyone has a better idea. Mo-Yung Kit gritted his teeth with an ugly expression.



Where did the old man go? Chui Yims face creased when he realisedthat Bak Wun had vanished. However, it didnt stop him from enjoying the port trotter. Just like what Chui Yim thought, his appetite was growing, and food high in calories was more appetising to him.

Chor Shing Chit looked around at everyone staring at them, his face twitching awkwardly. The person upstairs is speaking to you.

Ah? Chui Yim was dumbfounded. Me?

Hearing no response, Mo-Yung Kit repeated himself once more. Mo-Yong Kit hopes to learn from the one who spoke. Are you unwilling to teach us because you look down on the Mo-Yung Clan?

The hundred-plus diners on the ground floor turned towards Chui Yim simultaneously, but it didnt bother Chui Yim in the slightest. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

The idiot is talking to me? Chui Yim asked, unconsciously raising his voice. Now, everyone on the top floor heard Chui Yim call Mo-Yung Kit an idiot. Mo-Yong Kit looked murderous.

Since Mister is unwilling to come up, Ill go down to find you.



Regardless, I am not from the Tse Clan. Please dont affiliate me with them.

Seeing Chui Yim speak so rudely, the other youths frowned. They were taught etiquette from a young age, and they had never seen someone like this. Dont associate you with the Tse Clan? Im afraid you wouldnt even be allowed here if not for that identity, one of them couldnt control himself and retorted.

You are the ones who invited me here to teach that idiot medicine. Chui Yim sneered. What does this have to do with the Tse Clan?

Mo-Yung Kits face fell as he was insulted once more. He was the most outstanding disciple of his generation, widely reputed as the genius who might even lead the Mo-Yung Clan to replace the Ping Clan. He had never been scolded as an idiot before.

So, what solution do you have besides amputation? Mo-Yung Kit sneered.

What else can you do besides mending it? Its similar to how you mend clothes! Dont tell me an elite clan disciple like you cant understand this, Chui Yim burped as he replied. However, laughter erupted as he spoke.

Mend? Do you think a gliph is the same as clothes? How could it be so simple?

Mend? How? The great waves gliph represents the billowing waves of the endless sea. Now the source of the waves is damaged, how would you mend it? Mo-Yung Kit mocked loudly.

Just like you said, the gliph represents the endless, billowing waves of the sea. A new wave will eventually replace the old one. If the damage is too serious, remove the damaged section and tattoo new waves once more, using the leftover waves as the background. Whats so difficult? Chui Yim answered instantly.

This was a powerful answer. As everyone present was an elite disciple, many of them skilled in medicine pondered over his idea. At the same time, Ping Chings eyes lit up as he stared at Chui Yim.

Mo-Yung Kit was taken aback as he thought about it. He was shocked when he realised Chui Yims suggestion was actually very feasible!