Today is the last day of the year 3918 of the Dao Calendar, or the day of "Year's End", when the old year is swept away and replaced by a new one.
It's still early morning, yet the whole of Yun City is already adorned with festive lanterns and streamers, radiating an air of celebration.
Though Lingxiao Pavilion is a Transcendent sect, it too cannot escape the merriment, with its secret grounds decked in red and blazing decorations. Its celestial ambiance has been slightly subdued by an added touch of human vitality.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Anan's little hand circled in front of him, "It's your turn!"
In recent days, Jiang Wang hadn't gone anywhere; he had spent all his spare time, aside from cultivating, playing with little Anan.
At this moment, a chess table lay before them, with black and white pieces clearly demarcated.
The brother and sister sat opposite each other, looking quite serious in their play.
But...
