Night of the Broken Gliph

Bak Wun and Chor Shing Chit had weird expressions. They turned away from Chui Yim, acting as if they didn’t 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 Ching’s mental struggle when he heard the voice. His face fell while Ping Ching’s 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 Yim’s face creased when he realisedthat Bak Wun had vanished. However, it didn’t 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 didn’t bother Chui Yim in the slightest.  

“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, I’ll go down to find you.” 

He waved his sleeves and went to the ground floor. Ping Ching frowned; he wanted to stop Mo-Yung Kit, but he was also curious about the person who commented and  remained silent in the end. 

As Mo-Yung Kit entered the ground floor, he realised that everyone was staring at a single table. He immediately recognised Chor Shing Chit as the one who arrived via night wolf. No matter what, night wolves symbolised the strong Tse Clan. 

Mo-Yung Kit creased his brows. The voice sounded young, so the muscular Chor Shing Chit shouldn’t be the speaker. He turned towards Chui Yim, speaking calmly despite his anger. “So, it’s the Mister from the Tse Clan. I did not know that the Tse Clan was also skilled in medicine besides combat. Mo-Yung Kit looks forward to learning from the Tse Clan.” 

As soon as he spoke, gasps filled the entire restaurant. The Tse Clan had a particular reputation in the South. Besides Night Lion City, it was hard to spot Tse Clan disciples in other towns. At most, they would travel for expeditions in danger zones. This made the Tse Clan mysterious to most. The Tse Clan was known to be powerful even amongst most clans as their clan leader was acknowledged to be the strongest four-chambered glipher in the South. 

If a Tse Clan disciple were to become a four-chambered glipher, they would definitely be considered the strongest four-chambered glipher of their generation. Even though Tse Chun was now old, nobody dared to offend him. Right behind them was the Chor Clan. Constantly compared and ranked behind the Tse Clan for generations, the Chor and Tse Clans had many conflicts due to this rivalry. This was why Chor Chun Ping came forward to find trouble with the trio, who looked like they were from the Tse Clan. 

Luckily, Tse Clan members rarely left Night Lion City, so there weren’t many disputes between their members. 

As a result, many were surprised to see a mysterious disciple of the Tse Clan outside Night Lion City. Furthermore, despite being known for their expertise in battle, did they now have disciples skilled in medicine?

Chui Yim glanced at the poker-faced Chor Shing Chit, who remained quiet and left the decision to him. Chui Yim huffed and stood up.

“Only if there is some good wine,” he casually replied. This was nothing to him anyway.

Seeing the bald youth walking upstairs, all the youths participating frowned. However, nobody stopped him as they thought he was from the Tse Clan. Chui Yim sat at a separate table that wasn’t with either group of youths. Sitting on his own, it now looked like a three-way debate. Chor Shing Chit sat down beside Chui Yim quietly and closed his eyes.

“Let me make some things clear first; I am not from the Tse Clan,” Chui Yim spoke. “I will never change my name. I am Chui Yim.”

“Not from the Tse Clan?” Mo-Yung Kit frowned. “But only the Tse Clan can tame Night wolves.” 

“Regardless, I am not from the Tse Clan. Please don’t 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. “Don’t associate you with the Tse Clan? I’m afraid you wouldn’t even be allowed here if not for that identity,” one of them couldn’t 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 Kit’s 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? It’s similar to how you mend clothes! Don’t tell me an elite clan disciple like you can’t 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. What’s 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 Ching’s 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 Yim’s suggestion was actually very feasible!