"Senior Brother Bei's move is wonderfully executed..."
East Saint Station.
Outside the rebuilt Qiandong Palace.
Lu Yuansheng, whose complexion was still somewhat pale, was sitting on a stone bench in front of the palace, holding a Yúnzǐ, looking at the chessboard below, his eyebrows slightly frowned.
The young Daoist opposite him laughed heartily and said:
"Junior Brother, you always like to compliment people. Everyone knows that you inherited the Sect Hierarch's personal teachings and have unparalleled intelligence."
"Are you saying that I'm crafty and annoying, Senior Brother?"
Lu Yuansheng shook his head and laughed.
"I definitely didn't say that."
The young Daoist laughed.
Lu Yuansheng didn't take it to heart. As he looked at the chessboard, which had reached a deadlock, his eyes suddenly brightened.
"I've got it!"
Having said that, he raised his hand to make a move. The young Daoist didn't think much of it at first, but then he froze slightly.
