Chronicles of the Great Emperor

Lu Family, Maple Leaf City.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Master, Master…” Urgent knocks and cries echoed outside the study of the Lu Family’s head.

Inside, a middle-aged man sat in a grand armchair, eyes closed, regulating his breath. He wore an exquisite violet robe, his features marked by a certain sternness, and his rugged brows added to his air of boldness.

“Uncle Fu, what is it?” the man asked calmly.

“It’s the young master—he seems to be on the verge of breaking through to the Sixth Layer of the Acquired Realm. But… he’s in the martial training ground,” came the anxious, aged voice from outside.

“What! Nonsense!” The man’s eyes snapped open, sharp as a waking tiger.

Creak—the study door swung open.

“Master,” an elderly man in a gray robe bowed low outside.

“Uncle Fu, how many times have I told you, unless there are outsiders, just use my name,” the middle-aged man shook his head. Uncle Fu had watched him grow up, and he’d long regarded him as family.

“No, the etiquette cannot be abandoned. But let’s hurry to the training ground and check on the young master,” Uncle Fu replied anxiously.

“Alright, have it your way. Let’s go see Han’er now. There are still some children at the training ground who don’t understand the importance of the Sixth Layer. If they disrupt Han’er’s breakthrough, it’ll be troublesome,” the man said, worry in his voice, though his gaze grew excited at the mention of Han’er’s imminent breakthrough.

At this moment, in the training ground—

In the center sat a young boy, cross