Before Wang could finish, Li Xuan laughed and replied, "Brother Wang, you take me as a cultivator!"
If it was merely for the measly three thousand taels of patterned silver, he would rather spend his time with a soft-hearted maiden instead of this so-called heavenly ladder.
"Very well!"
At this moment, guided by Wang Jing, a chess child has hung a brand new white flag, with a chess diagram painted on it, on a wooden pole next to him.
Wang Jing himself, however, pulls out a small pot of wine and a deep-red chessboard.
"What are these?" Li Xuan looked at them in surprise, sensing something extraordinary about the wine and the chessboard.
