Lu Zhou did not place his stone onto the chessboard. Instead, he looked at Yun Tianluo who sat opposite him. His eyes seemed devoid of emotion.
It was quiet and still
The disciples of the Three Sects only saw that the two old men were having a game of chess. When the energy blades in the skies vanished, they saw them maintaining their strange posture for a long time.
This continued for a very long time.
They saw Yun Tianluo's index and middle fingers starting to tremble. The black stone between his fingers slipped out of his grip and fell onto the chessboard.
Clack!
The Formation veins on the chessboard dimmed. The golden radiance faded as well.
The stones on the chessboard seemed to be eroded by the wind. The 19 lines were still clearly visible, but the Formation veins had vanished.
"Patriarch!"
When Feng Zhi, the Sect Master of Luo Sect, saw this, he was so anxious that he wanted to rush to his patriarch's side.
