Several hours later.
The old man let out a long sigh of relief, he could now be certain that this game of chess had no flaws.
"My chess game is secure!"
"Why hasn't the Heavenly Lord arrived yet? Could it be that he doesn't feel it?"
The old man wondered why, after so long, the Heavenly Lord still hadn't come.
It didn't make sense.
The Heavenly Lord should have come.
The old man closed his eyes and began to sense his surroundings. After a while, he found no trace of the Heavenly Lord's presence.
The Heavenly Lord had long since vanished without a trace.
The old man's face turned green in an instant.
He had arranged everything for so long, and the Heavenly Lord ran away?
And when he had slipped away, the old man hadn't even been aware...
So what was he still doing here, setting up this endgame?
The old man ground his teeth in frustration.
"No, since the Heavenly Lord has fled, then I must chase after him. I must make the Heavenly Lord witness the might of my endgame!"
