Yi Feng's mouth twitched, but he didn't care.
Of course, in the beginning, Yi Feng did wonder if this guy was a hermit master who was practicing in seclusion.
But after getting to know him for a while, Yi Feng had long dismissed this idea.
Which hermit master would be like this? Shouldn't they be aloof and high up in the clouds?
He only thought that he was once a young man with a dream of cultivation, and the change of age didn't make the chuunibyou vibes go away.
It was just a little bit chuunibyou.
Yi Feng could also understand, who hasn't gone through that phase?
After watching too many martial arts movies in his past life, he even carved a bamboo stick into the shape of a long sword and carried it on his back, and when he wielded it, he would chop the dog tail grass at the doorstep of his grandmother's house in the countryside, making sound effects with his mouth.
Of course, it's rare to still have chuunibyou at such an old age.
Then, Yi Feng brought out a small table and a homemade chess set.
As a native of Yan Huang, how could he not bring this quintessence to another world? Of course, this was also something that Yi Feng could not easily let go of over time.
The reason why he got to know the old man was also because when Yi Feng was teaching an old neighbor how to play chess, he happened to pass by and took a great interest in it.
Since then, he would come to Yi Feng not for anything else, but just to play chess.
Outside the street, the autumn wind was bleak.
Gradually, drizzling rain began to fall, dripping down from the eaves, while an old man and a young man squatted by a table on the steps.
One person in a white robe.
One person in a raincoat.
Despite the wind and rain brushing past them, the two remained unmoved like a mountain, their eyes fixed firmly on the chessboard.
"To be honest, at first, I thought we were on the same level," the old man said as he placed a chess piece down, then looked up at Yi Feng.
"Heh heh," Yi Feng smiled but said nothing.
"But after careful observation, I can't quite see through you," the old man said.
"You certainly can't see through me," Yi Feng smiled, with a profound expression on his face. At the same time, his rook quietly fell, and he felt quite pleased with himself. How could Old Wu see through his plan? In a few more moves, he would be able to checkmate.
Yi Feng's words caused Old Wu to furrow his brow. Because it was not just empty talk, especially with the satisfied expression on Yi Feng's face, it was obvious he felt it was a matter of course.
"Could it be that he is stronger than me?"
Old Wu felt a little uneasy. Perhaps he didn't have any attachment to other things, but in this situation, it was hard not to compare himself to Yi Feng.
No.
He quickly dismissed the thought.
The world was so vast, with so many different techniques and skills. Yi Feng had cultivated a technique that made it impossible for others to see through his strength, and it was not surprising. Just because he couldn't see through Yi Feng didn't mean he was weaker.
"Old Yi, don't get too complacent," Old Wu smiled, and then his chess piece took Yi Feng's knight. After putting Yi Feng's piece away, he said meaningfully, "Even though I can't see through you, I still think we are on the same level."
"That's not necessarily true."
Yi Feng still looked confident. If he could lose just one knight and still be on the same level, then how could he not be confident? He purposely let his knight be taken because, in just one move, he would be able to checkmate.
Seeing Yi Feng's confident appearance, Old Wu's heart trembled.
Could it be that he is stronger than me?
If not, why was he so confident?
But if there was someone like him in the cultivation world, he would not be an unknown person. Why hadn't he heard of him before?
Yi Feng put down his chess piece, stretched lazily, and realized that he was feeling a little cold. He walked into the house and took out his little sun.
Then, he gently placed it under the table.
Old Wu's eyes widened, and his body trembled.
What was that?
A Flame Pearl?