"You, boy?"
Xia Yan whipped around, his brows knotting into an enormous frown.
The newcomer was none other than his most troublesome nephew, Xia Nuo.
"Uncle, what are you looking at all by yourself? You're so engrossed you didn't even notice I'd been here for ages."
Xia Nuo sidled up with a cheeky grin. His pitch-black eyes, identical to Xia Yao's, sparkled with curiosity and mischief.
"Looking at... Hmph!"
Xia Yan had just started to say something when his gaze fell on the glaring advertisement in the water mirror. The anger he'd finally managed to suppress flared up again in an instant.
His face turned as black as the obsidian tiles in the palace.
He absolutely couldn't let that brat see it. The royal family had already lost face once; he couldn't let it happen again.
"It's nothing. Get lost. Stop bothering me!"
Xia Yan impatiently waved his fan-like hand, as if shooing away a buzzing fly.
"Tch, stingy."
Xia Nuo curled his lip.
The more Xia Yan tried to hide it, the more Xia Nuo's curiosity gnawed at him.
His eyes darted around, and in a flash, his body became a streak of Black Lightning.
His movements were impossibly fast. In an instant, he darted around Xia Yan's mountain-like frame and leaned in toward the enormous water mirror.
"Let me see... I want to know what's so great that it's got my uncle this angry..."
The next second, the peerlessly handsome look on Xia Nuo's face froze.
An eerie silence fell over the temple.
It was as if time itself had stopped.
Three seconds later.
A thunderous burst of laughter exploded through the empty hall like a bolt from the blue, making the skeletal pillars seem to tremble.
"Pfft—hahahahaha! Holy crap! What am I looking at?!"
Clutching his stomach,