Master Xiao Gen's words had left Li Shuo somewhat flustered, and he held the Go piece in his hand, reluctant to place it down for a long time.
"What's the matter? Can't even make a move now? Is this the composure of a professional Go player?"
Master Xiao Gen said sternly, "When Mount Tai collapses before one's eyes without causing a change in expression—haven't you heard of this ancient saying from Hua Country? Didn't your master teach you that?"
"Clack..."
Li Shuo remembered his master's dying instruction, which was to ensure, by any means necessary, that the Go of Kimchi Country stood on its own!
The words his master had shouted with his last breath, were probably now impossible to realize!
Therefore, Li Shuo was momentarily lost, unsure of what path to take next, what fate awaited the Go of Kimchi Country?
His mind in disarray, his grip faltered, and a Go piece slipped from his hand, bounced twice on the board, and fell to the floor!
