Early in the morning, just as the sky began to lighten, ripples danced across the lake surface with the wind.
By the shore,
two figures were seated opposite each other under a willow tree, with a chessboard between them.
"The Western Continent was quite lively last night, and they've sent us an invitation, hoping our Information Institute can lend some support," the white-haired elder said slowly after making his move.
"The Western Continent turns to us, Dragon City Martial Arts University?" The elder in black seemed to mock, "What are they planning?"
"Indeed, they are openly scheming," the white-haired elder spoke slowly. "Both the Eastern Continent and the Federation have contacted me already, with attitudes that were somewhat ambiguous."
"Go, why not? Let Little Fang lead the team. If anyone disobeys, just smack them. I don't believe those Ninth Rank big shots would personally come down to trouble a little guy," the elder in black sneered.
