After a deathly silence, the room exploded in an uproar.
"What? Tian Zhao, the Chess Grandmaster, is actually dead? How is that possible?" someone expressed disbelief.
"But what he said doesn't seem to be without reason, because in the past hundred years, this Grandmaster has never shown his face in public!" someone said with a grave expression.
"Then if he's not the Chess Grandmaster, who could he be?" another person asked with confusion.
"Yes! With his shocking cultivation level, even if he had fallen, he couldn't have died without a sound, right? Who exactly is this person?"
This question emerged in everyone's minds.
After a long silence, a snicker came from inside the chess pavilion.
"It's almost convincing what you're saying. Indeed, I'm unable to leave this place at the moment, but that's because I'm in the midst of cultivating a special technique, so my physical body is temporarily immobilized! And Mr. Xue, don't think that you've won against me!"
