Su Chen stared intently at the chessboard before the white-robed man. Every so often, he would be ejected from this world. But very quickly, he would return.
Time slowly trickled by in this back and forth. Before he knew it, a whole year had silently slipped past. During this year, the entire Holy Son Peak underwent earth-shattering transformations.
The seasons here differed from the outside world as if it had become its own self-contained microcosm. One moment it was scorching summer heat, the next it had shifted to the depths of winter. Flurries of pure white snow fell, rendering the entirety of Holy Son Peak a sacred sight.
