Kong Sang Market.
Wanbao Pavilion.
Wang Lingdao stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking in the direction of Mount Sang Qing.
Even though the market was bustling with people and making a fortune every day, it did not bring him the slightest bit of joy.
Just recently, he had received a flying sword message from his family, ordering him to withdraw from the Kong Sang Market and transfer the Great Array's rights and the shop to the person from Mount Sang Qing.
The message also vaguely referred to a previous contest of spellcraft, and how incredulous Wang Lingdao was when he heard that his family's elder had actually lost to that 'Mr. Qing Hezi' by a single move.
Thinking back to his own ten-move agreement with the opposing party, how could he not realize that Mr. Qing Hezi had held back at the Mysterious Dark Abyss...
"Pavilion Master!"
At this moment, Meng Zhuzi had already arrived behind Wang Lingdao, "Our people are all ready… Shall we?"
