Within moments, Xue An had arrived at the summit of the Chess Masters Peak.
Here, clouds linger year-round, the place where Tian Zhao, the Chess Master, had made his hermitage.
For many chess masters, this place was their Holy Land.
Therefore, when the numerous chess masters following Xue An arrived, all of them showed a look of reverence and admiration.
Xue An, however, didn't seem to care at all. After surveying the scene, he furrowed his brow slightly, then said indifferently,
"Still not willing to come out?"
A disturbance rippled through the void, and then a Divine Sense avatar of Tian Zhao, the Chess Master, materialized.
Xue An shook his head and sighed lightly, "I told you to stay at home and clean your neck, waiting for me. It seems you don't obey very well!"
Tian Zhao, the Chess Master, became furious, "Mr. Xue, don't get cocky just because you can break a stalemate. Here, I still make the rules. If I say you must die, then you must die!"
