"Do you know what the area around Pingjiang, which was the foundation of ancient times, for thousands of miles was?" Qingshan Laozu asked. Zhu Yun shook her head, not knowing. "Ancient books say that in ancient times, the area around Pingjiang for thousands of miles was a place of immortals. Although it is unknown why it declined later, since ancient times, Pingjiang has been a place where the military resides. Pingjiang is not an ordinary place," Qingshan Laozu explained.
"But what does this have to do with Senior?" Zhu Yun asked in confusion.
Qingshan Laozu let out a deep sigh, unsure if it was for Zhu Yun's ignorance or something else entirely. "Pingjiang undoubtedly harbors secrets that are unknown to outsiders," he said, "and this Senior may be based there, playing a game of chess that spans the entire Nansha region." Zhu Yun shuddered at the thought of it. The idea of someone having such a vast and intricate plan was terrifying, but as the leader of the Qing Shan Sect, she couldn't allow herself to dwell on it.
"But, if that's the case, then what about us?" Zhu Yun asked anxiously as if she had thought of something.
"You're right," Qing Shan Laozu didn't deny it. "If that's the case, then we are all chess pieces."
"What should we do?" Zhu Yun asked nervously.
"Foolish," Qing Shan Laozu scolded Zhu Yun with a stare, "If you think about it from a different perspective, you won't have these worries."
"What do you mean, Senior Uncle?"
"That's right. Being the Senior's chess piece is not a bad thing, but instead the biggest opportunity for our Qing Shan Sect. For five hundred years, our Qing Shan Sect has been declining day by day and will eventually be submerged in the rivers of history. Even if not, it is only just struggling to survive."
"Do you want that?" Qing Shan Laozu's voice fell into Zhu Yun's ears, making her shudder. Would he be willing? Not. But can Qing Shan's wishes come true?
"However, we cannot understand Senior's thoughts, but we can take this opportunity to ask him," Qing Shan Laozu continued.
"Let's go."
"Follow me into the house." The two of them walked into the martial arts hall, one in front and one behind. The first time Zhu Yun entered the front hall, she was immediately immersed in the eighteen paintings. Fortunately, Qing Shan Laozu, who had experience, pulled her back. But even so, Zhu Yun was scared enough to break out in a cold sweat. Now she was thoroughly convinced of the strength of the owner of this martial arts hall.
As for becoming a chess piece, she no longer had any psychological barriers. He even saw the moment when the Qing Shan Sect would return to its peak. "Hey, where's Master Yi?" Walking through the front hall and arriving at the small courtyard in the back, they did not see Yi Feng's figure.
"Senior Uncle, look, it's the Sky-Devouring Demon Wolf!"
Zhu Yun was still in shock from seeing the Devouring Sky Demon Wolf tied to the tree, and she continued to exclaim, "But that's the Devouring Sky Demon Wolf!" However, Qingshan Patriarch looked at the wolf with disdain, saying, "Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?" He then glanced at Zhu Yun with a look of contempt, thinking her to be a naive and ignorant person. Qingshan Patriarch had forgotten that he was once as ignorant as Zhu Yun. "Excuse me, I just finished cooking some rice. Please have a seat wherever you like," Yi Feng appeared from the kitchen at that moment, holding a kitchen knife in his hand. When Qingshan Patriarch saw the knife, he trembled and stared at it in horror. Zhu Yun, who was still reeling from seeing the Devouring Sky Demon Wolf, was shocked anew when she saw the knife.
"Hiss!" At this moment, she didn't know how to describe her feelings. It was like one wave had just subsided, and another one had risen. In any case, the shock of seeing the kitchen knife was even greater than seeing the Devouring Sky Demon Wolf. For a moment, both of them stared at the kitchen knife in Yi Feng's hand, and at the same time, Qingshan Patriarch guessed what Yi Feng's sudden display of the kitchen knife meant. Could it be...? He couldn't help getting excited at the thought, especially as he watched Yi Feng step closer with the kitchen knife, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.