The apparition that appeared was none other than the Divine Sense avatar of Tian Zhao, the Chess Saint. He flashed a faint smile, "Zhuge Banzang, must it always be harvest time for me to visit you? After all, when all is said and done, I am still your elder!"
Indeed.
The youth bound in the valley was none other than Zhuge Xuanqing's brother, that once-renowned youthful prodigy across realms, Zhuge Banzang.
Zhuge Banzang returned the smile coolly, "An elder? By trapping me here and harvesting my Divine Sense every single month, what an exemplary elder you truly are!"
"Zhuge Banzang, can't you refrain from using the word 'harvest'? I'm merely borrowing it a little!"
Zhuge Banzang paused for a moment, then he displayed a mischievous smile, "I understand now!"
"What do you understand?" Tian Zhao, the Chess Saint, was taken aback.
